I had a bunch of things I was going to write. I wrote a letter by hand and candlelight. Ouch, I've lost my writers hump and my cramped oblate letters have gotten crampier and oblatier. Power is back though, and when things are somewhat settled I'm sure I got stuff just oozing.
My favorite passive/aggressive response from my mom to my daughter who was pleading to take them to a hotel? ---
"We are hearty peasant stock."
To be fair she had a lot better ones, but that was my favorite.
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