There was no post yesterday, even though I promised last week to write every day to write my way out of my Trump Funk.
The electricity went out in our area yesterday at 2 pm and wasn't back until midnight.
My computer runs of the stuff, so I didn't write.
We went to bed a little after nine, there being little else to do. I was under every blanket in the house, still in my clothes. Bern woke me after midnight with the good news that power was back. I slept until 9:30 a.m.
When I went to bed the temperature in our house was 59 degrees but was back to the 67 we keep it at when I woke up.
Cold and dark isn't the best.
Hope you're staying warm--and watch the ice, if you live in Connecticut.
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- some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.
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