It began to rain yesterday evening as I sat on the porch with a pipe and a Manhattan, calm in the knowledge that the preparations, all that could be done, were complete.

The grill and the porch furniture were in the garage. Five loads of laundry were complete. Coffee beans, enough for a few days' pots, had been ground and stored. Kathleen had made a large quantity of beef barley soup, and there was, of course, bourbon on hand.

This morning, with the full force of Hurricane Sandy yet to come, I've supplied you with the word of the week, sockdolager, and the joke of the week, "The Sailor and the Pirate." That may be all you get from You Don't Say for a couple of days.

It is virtually certain that when the high winds and the heavy rain hit later today, we will lose power on Plymouth Road. We always lose power. Five days during the derecho in June. Once the power fails, I will be downstairs bailing out the sump to keep the basement from flooding.Ten hours of it during the derecho.

Hope to see you when we all emerge, blinking, on the other side of the storm.