And it's a sunny, balmy 20F (-7C) here on the North Shore. . .

If someone had told me that a telephone pole, when broken off at its base, will swing to hang from its completely undamaged power and phone cables such that it is twenty feet off the ground and as near to perfectly horizontal as can be judged by eyeball, I would not have believed that person.

I don't expect you to believe me either.



(It is quite warm out, aside from when the wind goes. And I may bitch uselessly about doctors later, but I don't really feel like it right now. Didn't sleep enough last night. Must prep marinade and spackle and clean the living room and stare helplessly and incoherently at everything around me.)