It was a dark and stormy night this New Year’s Eve, like really dark and really stormy. A howling wet mess — the sun shades on the porch swelled up with the wind like sails till the cables holding them to the house snapped and the weighted bar banged the column in a terrible racket. The water sprayed onto the porch all night long, seeping into the floor and into the basement room below, which was already flooded.
I have Covid. Ade has Covid. Not ideal, obviously, but whatever. Mostly I’m annoyed that this stupid thing is still around. We’re getting better. Gus is fine. Onward.
