Sorry for nonexistent blogging! Two reasons:
(1) Libby has broken four ribs, tripping on a dog- rucked rug and falling onto the corner of a brass- bound chest at the foot of the bed. Years of guiding in places like the Himalayas, climbing in the Tetons, kayaking around Baja, and her only injuries have been here– breaking a shoulder in the garden a few years ago, and now this. And both were dog- related.
(2) Matt, in Baton Rouge, is taking in refugees from the storm.
I hope Reid and maybe John Carlson can take up a little of the slack until we are back on our feet.