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Monday, December 19, 2005


I know you're all dying of curiosity - when did my power come back on, you ask? Well, chirren, let me tell you. It was off from 3 p.m. Thursday to 7 p.m. Saturday night. And though it's a trip to the carnival to wash your pits in a soup pot, I'm here to testify that even that kind of fun can get old. Fast.

So, Saturday night we bugged out to a hotel where we cranked the heat to high and marinated in near-scalding bath water until we turned into chunk-style stew. Then we poured outselves into bed and slept like dead crickets at the bottom of a mine shaft. It was glorious.

When we got home, the road looked like sherpas had been pulling wooden carts over it all day. It was a glossy sheet of thick ice broken only in two narrow parallel tracks where slush and muddy ice water cut ruts in squishy clay.

Slush. I hate that word.


At 2:26 PM, Anonymous gully said...

glad you're back on the mountain. the forecast for the beach house is 56 friday 58 saturday


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