But my home is always near; it's up in the atmosphere

Yesterday, the wind blew.

Then it blew some more, a real tree-shaking, adrenaline-pumping wind coming out of a perfectly blue, cloudless sky.

And then the power went out.

Um. Oops.

Happily, we had some time last winter acquired -- but never needed to use -- an Emergency Battery, into which Sabu and Steve's laptop, the venerable Toshiba Satellite, were plugged and work went forward in the windswept quiet. It's odd how noisy the house is, just as a regular thing: the rattle of computer fans, the refrigerator muttering to itself. I sat on the couch with Sabu on my knees, under an open sunny window, through which the wind, she did blow, bringing me the gladsome sound of the wind chimes in the elm tree and the clanging of the buoy bell off the porch. And the not-so gladsome sound of the neighbor's chainsaw.

We did cave in to pressure from the cats and took a brief nap around three, which naturally was the cue for the power to reassert itself.

The wind died over the next couple hours, and the temps fell into the forties (F) on the overnight. Today is bright; breezy without being Totally Rowdy. I have some errands to run, and then back at the computer for another run at Duainfey.

The day-job goes back to full-time tomorrow. Don't. Want.

Progress on Duainfey

56,415 / 100,000 (56.4%)

Busy day, not enough words

As reported elsewhere, I had errands to run on the day -- who is eating all this food? -- and they were duly dispatched.

Upon returning home, I assembled the field model of the European Dragon (Draco occidentalis magnus) from the kit that kinzel gave me, and which will be a fine addition to the decor of the new office, there at the day-job. After assembling the model, I read pertinent bits of the dragon-hunter's guide to Scrabble, who had been an interested spectator to the construction, and who was pawing at the book when I came back from hanging the field model up in its Temporary Location. She listened intently to the information regarding habitats peculiar to dragons, studied the reproduced dragon footprints -- and then bolted for the basement.

I don't know if I should be worried about that or not, but no way I'm going down to the cellar.

Progress on Duainfey

57,745 / 100,000 (57.7%)