Here we go again. The sunny morning has given way to torrential rains and the darkening sky bodes doom. The force 9 gale of Tuesday was but a baby brother to the brute pressing in on us now. That’s life twenty miles out in the sea. . . . Time to don the sou’wester, the wellies and my mantle of courage and head out to the woodshed for a bit of heat and light. If the power went out in but a breeze, this storm could put us in the stoneage for a few days. I guess I won’t go to the mainland this weekend either. Even if the ferry’s aren’t cancelled I don’t feel brave enough to weather heaving and swelling seas in an underfunded 30 year old vessel.

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