Knitting librarian friend Skully had weathered her first few years in Florida with only a minor buffetting during hurricane seasons, but it sounds like she got her first serious, rattling experience this weekend with Wilma. Skully lives in Plantation, which got quite a hammering. I just got a message that she left on voice mail last night. She sounded a bit shell-shocked, but okay. I hate to call, since it looks like power may be out for days, and I don't want to waste her battery on non-essential chit chat. Even though I pitched in online to help for Katrina, I had some distance from it. Now I know, just a little, what it's like to feel helpless. It's good to know that Skully is okay, but I find myself wanting to make sure she's got water and batteries and toilet paper and cat food and whatever else she and her hubby, Newt, might need. But...I can't call and she's without Internet access. Best wishes are about all I can offer at this point. (The Betties are Skully's knitting posse, the Sweet Stitchin Betties, of which I am a distance member.