It’s the day after tax day, and we have no power, except for the juice in the batteries that we have dedicated to the fridge and the well pump (we got grid-tied about a year ago).
The wind is in full drama mode, bending the trees to the ground in supplication. I’m sitting by the window wishing I had a journal – paper journal – that accommodated writing and illustration before deciding to make my own and realizing large windows framing Total Drama from the Earth Mama outside is a great show that doesn’t include a cable bill.