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You may have noticed the quiet in Wordville over the past couple of days. Two things happened on Friday night: the addition of derecho to the working vocabulary, and the loss of electrical power to Casa McIntyre. So Sunday and Monday, my regular days off, were devoted not to regaling you with posts but with emptying the refrigerator and freezer, and related tasks.

Among the related tasks, following the old Southern method of opening the house at night to allow the cool air in, then closing it up against the heat in the morning, with limited success. Then there is the necessary conversation with neighbors: Has the city cleared the tree that fell across Plymouth Road at Woodbourne yet? Is the traffic light at Harford and Hamilton working yet? Has any one seen a utility crew? Did the utility crew say when we'd have juice again? 
Beyond that, the principal strategy for coping has been to sit with a book, not moving for extended periods. Happily, that is a strategy for which I have an uncommon aptitude. I am prepared to keep it up as long as the whiskey holds out. 
That said, the worst Kathleen and I have endured in inconvenience and annoyance. At least we live in a neighborhood with many trees, which, though they have brought down power lines, also keep the area cooler than those bare rowhouse streets radiating heat night and day. 
There is some reason to think, unless Baltimore Gas and Electric is pulling a cruel hoax, that the lights may be on tonight when I return from the paragraph factory.
If so, I will be back with you soon. 

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