It’s quiet in here. We haven’t had power for 24 hours. I’m watching the stockpile of Duraflame dwindle, and I wonder what kind of joy I will find tomorrow morning. Will there be heat? I can only hope.
Parts of me are warm, though. The inside parts. The place where I keep the happy and the singing and the love.
So for now I won’t worry about the load of towels that were 5 minutes in the dryer when the power went off. We’ll listen to Stevan Pasero on the battery-operated iPod speakers and I’ll watch the fire, knowing out there, somewhere, someone is thinking of me.
That was me! As soon as I saw the reports on TV. Hope you’re reading this in comfortable warmth by now. Oh – and that the towels weren’t waiting so long they started to smell…
Always thinking of you….xoxo