Well, the shocking news proved anticlimactic, merely paranoid imaginings of a teen-fearing mother. Lack of bad news translates to good news, and I am pleased to reclaim the space I thought I’d lost, grieving the good part of bad, which would have been nice too.

Today, the storm has passed, the sun has returned, the days are lengthening and bulbs are burgeoning. Once a tree falls (rather, twice) it’s hard to be sanguine about the howling wind! My gratitude now that it’s calm without calamity is positively primitive. Sing praises to the wind elementals, who bless us with their mercy…

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