What a blustery storm! I awoke in the middle of the night to the crashing sound of sheets of rain pummeling the roof. It was very loud white noise, a snow channel on the television turned up as far as the knob will go. It was very cool. The power went out, and this morning, I looked out the window across the street to see the playground covered in huge palm fronds, massive leaves twice my height leaning against the swing set, landing vertically balanced like that after being blown clear off the tree.

Right now, it’s sunny outside. We leave at dawn tomorrow for Vermont. Today, it’s laundry and packing and planning, oh my! All kinds of shit. M.s. has a million things on his list, pick up this, pack that, ship this, do that. When he mentions what he has to do, it gives me a tension headache, just contemplating all of those tasks to be done in a matter of hours. Such a flower.