1:50am. The power blinked off and back on a few minutes ago. We were already awakened by the gale blowing harsh music through the eaves. It must be November.
We’re wondering about the pelicans. There are a dozen fishing just offshore. In the past twenty years, we’ve often had pelicans around for months. The confusing bit is that it’s November. Pelicans should be long gone by now. There’s something else too.
This is peculiar. I only noticed today because I wanted to add to it that my page about Covid-19 is entirely gone. Since early last year I kept a diary of deaths and impressions, news stories, recommendations, and quotations concerning Covid-19. During the chaos that ensued when I tried to update my “theme” this entire page went missing. It was a huge page, and it was important to me. I also discovered that both my “home” pages led to a menu, a literal restaurant menu. (Gone now.) There was a third “home” page which I deleted during the initial chaos. I suspect that was my “Covid Diary.”
IMPERFECT PATIENCE 