Thursday? A likely story

There’s no way you’re going to convince me that today was Thursday.

This has been a very strange week, thanks largely to the storm and the devastation in its wake. We suffered relatively little of that devastation, or even too many days of inconvenience, and I’m extremely grateful for that. I still can’t believe the lights, on this side of the block anyway, are back on — although I’ll admit, there’s a part of me that misses having no distractions to keep me from reading all day and night. I am glad to have the heat back on; an autumn that just wouldn’t get properly started for weeks has finally kicked into high gear. With the heat on, you can probably manage short sleeves in the house, but Tuesday and yesterday morning I was thankful for extra blankets and fleeces.

Meanwhile, Tucker, our dog, seemed pretty much oblivious to the storm. Sure, the wind was loud and there was some rain when he went outside, but there was no thunder, which is the thing that usually worries him. In fact, I think he genuinely enjoyed the storm: when the power went out, the house was quiet (except for the aforementioned wind) and we all went to bed at a more reasonable (to him) hour. It was only yesterday, when trick-or-treaters started knocking on his door that Tucker seemed to be at all fazed. Except for the chilliness, and disruption in his schedule, I think he preferred living in a blackout.

Not so much me. I’m really glad it’s over, and that things are (slowly) returning to normal. I won’t be headed to the office tomorrow — I’m taking the vacation day that this past Monday was supposed to be, and I’m sitting out a still uncertain train commute until next week. But I am looking forward to things getting back to normal next week.