Periodic epiphanies and other less-than-profound musings from the North.
Sunday, August 03, 2008
Solitary hand-wringing meeting
It's midnight. He's where the flooding is. I am at home. I am awake. I hope he is sleeping and not on his 16th hour of running gravel to repair the flood damage. I suspect the latter is true. I hope he is being careful.
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