Well, like Elvis, Irene has left the building. In her wake Western Massachusetts has some rising, raging rivers (love the alliteration).
I don't know if I mentioned that my grandmother's name was Irene. Of course, to me she was Nana. My mother and I have been joking that my Nana would have loved a terrifying hurricane sharing her name!
I am off to put the finishing touches on my classroom tomorrow before my little ones join me on Thursday! Hope you have weathered the storm well!