Roughing It

Sandy, Day 8.  Temperatures are dropping.  Without power, we are experiencing what it must have been like in medieval times when people had to wear multiple layers of clothes inside just to stay warm.  Our neighbor across the street is our squeaking wheel, a gadfly liaison with fallen tree removal and our state licensed electric company, LIPA.  The town road crew came yesterday afternoon to take away the tree that was blocking our street.  The tree was on the power lines.  I am guardedly optimistic that the LIPA trucks will return with their skilled technicians.  Boiled water on the grill for coffee.  Today, I’ll continue to work on my novel.


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