Just talked to my sister, normally residing in Houston, who took a huurication with her daughter to Philadelphia (daughter's home) where there is a fair amount of relatively dry ground. I would have been much more puckered if I had known that my sister's townhouse was all of two blocks away from Buffalo Bayou- it was not touched by the flood, nor was that of my nephew, who is presently engaged in ripping drywall from friends' homes.

Love that term "hurrication". I suppose an equivalent word for those of us who do earthquakes would be "quakcamp" in which you pitch a tent next to your uninhabitable dwelling and roast chestnuts on an open fire, etc.