Afternoon Lizardim from the bitterly cold and clear wild north country. I’m finally getting around to going through the Kokomo Tribune’s photos of the devastation wrought by last Sunday’s storm. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, but it’s different this time, when it’s my hometown and my people. I recognize these places on the screen; I know where these people live. It’s not impersonal anymore, and it hurts. But true to our Midwestern heritage, we’re already getting back on our feet. My sister’s house finally got their power back mid-week, and after restocking the fridge and clearing out a single downed limb, they’re back home and thankful for the miracle that spared their house and its brand-new roof. How go things among the lizardfolk on this brilliantly sunny and bloody cold afternoon?