And so now the gales lash the outside of the house, leaving islanders powerless and lacking in all but basic necessities, speaking for myself since we have running water here, heat and the capacity to cook. Celebrations and huzzahs! It could be so much worse, as it is often said, so thank all goodness, goddesses and gods that it is not. Hunched over my depleting battery I spew forth the few words I have committed mysef to today, then I shall sit by the fire and sip my hot drink, which is only not coffee because the percolator plugs in.

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