Hello, all! The power is back on. The windstorm didn't seem as violent as predicted, but we still had a precautionary shutdown for two days. On top of that, we have smoke blowing into our county from other counties darkening the sky to an eery, oppressive yellow. It was really dark in the house when combining both those things.

Now we have power I'll be cleaning out the refrigerator and hovering the floors. ...and making myself a second pot of coffee to make up for the coffee that I missed yesterday. (Tuesday I was in town for work so was able to get myself a quad espresso as a substitute.)

Had a strange dream last night of one of my former students being taken away from the classroom then sending me a letter saying she had been taken to the mental hospital. Her friends were distraught so I told them I, too, had spent time in the psych ward. After that I was driving around the posh part of town in an old Porsche 911 looking for her parents.

Ok, enough tangents. How am I actually doing considering it's been more than four weeks since my last ECT and I normally dip into a mild to moderate depression in that fourth week? Surprisingly, things don't seem so bad. I think it may be because I now have a long drive at that crucial crash point wherein I get to listen to my favourite music at high volumes (and high speeds) on the way to and from the covid test. It sort of seems a prophylactic mood-lift.

...and back to a tangent, going for the covid test on Tuesday I saw a raptor, a very large one. I was driving so obviously wasn't able to study it, but in retrospect I'm wondering if it wasn't a golden eagle. Throwing that out there for any of you who enjoy the odd bird.