Last night was one of those insane nights we've had too many of under global warming -- a winter thunderstorm. Of course, it didn't feel like winter during the day, it was another winter day with temps in the high 60s/70s. The power went off around 11, then it was back on around 3 and I was thinking, great, there'll be no problem making coffee. But of course there had to be a big transformer flash and boom somewhere across the lake -- and all was black once more.
We got five college applications out the door yesterday (three of which had no supplemental essays and just needed to be put out of their misery) and right now Graham and I are ensconced on the couch upstairs working on his essay for Swarthmore. The old one wasn't really singing, he was trying to dredge life into it, so we're going with the good old blank canvas. It's gonna be awesome, but mostly it will be done.
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