Sandy.

It’s how I would describe the throw rugs in the cottage in Maine most of the time, but tonight it means high winds, dark skies, rain, rain, and more rain, sodden mail (amazing it was delivered at all!), and strange noises outside like giants moving furniture and tearing up the hardwood. We’re shopvac’ing up the water that’s seeping in the basement, eating the ice cream, and keeping flashlights and candles close at hand. I baked an apple crisp. It’s chilly, but the power’s still on (for now), so we have heat and light. The tub is filled with water. I miss being outside.

Keep hunkering.

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