It's been a day since the wind settled. It didn't get nearly as bad as I had assumed. I should have known better, for the media can make a hassle out of a double knotted shoe. How in the world will they ever untie it!? But the fact of the matter is, everyone stayed safe nestled away in their little cabins. It's a relief- for my dearest Eskimo friends on the coast could have dealt their cards wrong. But all is well, and peaceful, and calm once again. Our heat is gone, but luckily this old shack of a home is blessed with a hot burning woodstove. So I'm nestled away in my blankets on my old ratty couch, reading my favorite Whinnie-The-Pooh tales. The dawn is late to break, but the morning wait is well worth the noon sunrise.
