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Friday was Twelfth Night, the Twelfth Day of Christmas, the Feast of the Epiphany. Time to take down the Christmas decorations, I guess.
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Wintry mix just about all day, and the power went out for maybe three minutes a while ago. Guessing someone slid into a power pole, or maybe a tree branch fell on a line. Something that could be routed around, certainly.
The weather report says it'll stop sometime around 4 AM, which means tomorrow's commute will probably be craptastic. Argh etc.
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Well, half an hour until bedtime. The kitchen sink is empty of water and dishes, and I believe I spent my Sunday off both wisely and profitably.