When large storms with names approach your home, the waiting, the arrival and the immediate day(s) after all have very unique feelings to them. It is tough to describe but if you have ever met a named weather pattern I think you know the sense of anticipation, the powerlessness, the arrival and the post storm quiet that the last week was. Lafayette was very lucky. Our neighborhood never lost power, had very little rain, and overall, Isaac took it very easy on us.
So it is back to normal at his point. Friday night grilling, Saturday morning yoga (yes, that is part of my new normal), farmer's market, Saturday spent watching EPL, and the inevitable afternoon rain. Looking forward to the extra day this weekend.