answer:As always, w. grim resignation. My sump pump in basement, where I have the computer, keeps turning on and scaring me. But it keeps the water out. My little creek, which normally can be crossed in a single leap, looks like the mighty Mississippi now. And I hear tree limbs cracking. 57 miles of dirt roads (including my .3’mile driveway)in my township and most of them are on their way to the Hudson River. Wind is whistling and howling and old-field white pines are swaying like saplings. It is extremely tiresome; and I am always prepared for a power outage.