It's been one year, seven months and 30 days since the storm.
We don't have reliable t.v. service.
I can't watch Saturday Night Live while I wait for Mr. C and LD to return from the Jazz Fest because we can't get NBC.
It's hard to realize what it means when the infrastructure is destroyed in such a large area.
At least, we don't have the bombs and guns of the War Zone. Just the destruction.
Not really happy at this moment,
St. Grumpy, I mean, Casserole