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12.10.02 - 5:30 p.m.

Well now, darlings.

This intermittent flashing light brought to you courtesy of the Durham Public Library, main branch, because Time Warner still hasn't restored service to my neck of the woods. There are places in Durham still without power. Duke Power tells us that the recent catastrophe-- two days of ice, snow, freezing rain, thousands of collapsed trees and over a million people without electricity-- is the worst in their history, worse, even, than Hurricanes Fran or Hugo.

Well well.

My street was, perhaps one of the only ones in Durham /not/ to lose power. Mainly because we are on the same street as the substation. Last wendsday night was a great celebration of fireworks as the little transform-mathingies exploded outside of our window, half a block away. Of course, we haven't gas anyway, so this whole dreck hasn't changed much for us. We just huddle in front of the fireplace, or on the electric heating pad, or in front of the jolly space heater that Sil's dad got her when he was here for thanksgiving.

Oh yes, thanksgiving. We survived it, by the by.

My work still... worked, in spite of being without power, so Saturday found me freezing my ass off, six layers of clothing and gloveless fingers trying desperately to attatch little metal hooks to the tops of seven-to-nine dollar ornaments. Blessedly, the power-- and the heat-- came back on just as I got back from lunch. Electricity has been returning spottily to the triangle since.

Deeply sadly-- all the fish in our aquarium at work froze to death. And I'd almost come up with names for those guys...

Animals. Yes. Erik the phantom kitty will soon be denied of the joys of the flesh by gross mutilation. This should occur tomorrow. And then the nubile young kittenladies of the house will be forever safe from unwanted tomcat attentions. 'Alleluja, blessed be.

In the meantime, maybe a moment will occur in which a handful of words will arrange themselves in my head, or on paper, better still, in some constillation of which no one else has yet dreamt...

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