January is quite pleasant at the house we’ve rented since 2013, in the Florida town where we’ve wintered since 2005, which had been hurricane-free from 1950 until Ian (2022), Idalia (2023), Helene and Milton (2024).

The first week of December, the contractor said, “The upstairs is fine. Come on down.”

“What about the water heater?”, said I.

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