More severe storm warnings, so I’m shutting down the computer for the night. The generator is standing by and full of gas, and I’m sitting down with some tea and my mystery.

Maria is working late; we’ll reconnect when she is done. I’ve ordered take-out pizza for dinner.

In the morning, we will go to Vermont, a town not damaged by flooding in the Western part of the state, and drop off our skirted wool. Before that, I will see a chiropractor to help me strengthen my legs.

I have a feeling tonight won’t be as bad as last night. The Raven s back outside, staring down the Dahlia’s. Ravens can take care of themselves; he’s back on duty.

We throw food waste into a plastic composting bin. On the way to the big compact receptacle, Maria stops to give the Imperious hens first dibs on the food. They usually find something they like. Today it was soggy bread.

Two of them happily eat out of Maria’s hands; the older one is more cautious.