It’s been a week–literally.  Still awaiting the suspenseful climax of this stupid story.  At least it coincided with the arctic blast from frozen hell that I was not about to slog it out with.

It’s supposed to reach all of 39º today, a heat wave!  I’m considering leaving Mr. Maintenance to it, whenever he shows up, and venturing back to the Avdi’s.  I need to reassure myself reality, however challenging, is still out there.  Not the deranged insanity in the news feeds, or the disturbing war dreams I’ve been having, but regular familiar mayhem.

“But soft!  What light from yonder window breaks?  It is the East, and…” methinks forsooth it is the Sun!  It’s time I broke out, too.