Doged a bullet, we did.
Ernesto has come and gone, and slid far enough east of the predicted track that "all" we got was a bit of a blow and a lot of rain. But my tulip poplar trees were brittle as glass from the drought, so I was worried we might lose some big chunks. Fortunately, while we got lots of small to medium stuff down, nothing big fell. I just spent 5 hours picking up 8 or 10 wheelbarrow loads of branches and twigs and such, from just the front yard. Two side yards and the back still to go ... whew.