Irene is gone. It was a golden, dazzling, gorgeous day. I got out into it with friends, and we found that a lot of places we wanted to go had no power - but we enjoyed it, and each other's company, and I thought little about querying or things to do around the house.
Came home, ordered from the neighborhood Italian/pizza place (cannoli = mmm), finally fixed one of the dresses in my Sewing Project Pile, and plan to wear it tomorrow. And now for SG:1. A nice Sunday.
Last night I did lose power just before sundown, at 7:30; sat and read Carmilla with a flashlight, and went to sleep on the couch, because: cooler downstairs. At around 2:00 a.m., the couple of lights I had not remembered to turn off came on, as did the AC. I got up, turned them off, went upstairs, and slept the rest of the night in nice, clean sheets.
Siddy's main fear response was limited to a little lip-smacking (the mildest expression of upset she has, and a good cue for me to love up on her a little) and the occasional glossy-eyeballed-gazing pointed *presence*. I think she was glad I didn't abandon her for a change.
I've drained the emergency tub water, the house is clean, and the weekend is almost over. Aw, boo.
But, hey, I have a fab little dress for tomorrow, and that will be pleasant to take for an end-of-seasonal spin.
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