Not actually raining

Still gray and sodden and breezy, but the storm continues to inch away. Something over 30,000 Maine customers remain without power, which I guess counts as minuscule compared to more populous zones but qualifies as a fair to large city for us...

We are promised sun by maybe Friday.

Inching toward normalcy

Wife and I have achieved our afternoon walk. This, for the first time since Noah stepped down off the ark to get away from all that . . .

Anyway. The wind buffeted and tousled us, but we walked. There was actual sun, and a springing open of crocus flowers. And some cats who asked us where the hell we had been.

There is, of course, one in every group

Some total asshole decided to phone in a bomb threat to the local university.

I think that meets the legal definition for a terrorist act, yes?