A massive severe storm swept through Tuesday evening, knocked limbs out of our oak trees, and left pools in our yard. State Barn road had standing water, and we were without power for approximately three hours. Somewhere around 9:00, we gave up on the power returning and left our house in search of light. Half way to downtown Cumming, we started seeing street lights and electric signs. It was indescribably cheering to see that simple sign of civilization. For someone who used to crave solitude, I now find it almost impossible to exist in a world that does not contain signs of humanity. We ate a very late dinner at Dairy Queen and found power restored when we arrived back home. It was quite an adventure.

It's Thursday. Tuesday seems like a life-time ago. Today alone seems to have been two days rolled into one. I'm glad that tomorrow's Friday, but agonized by the thought that an entire day stands between me and the weekend. I'm trying to convince Johnathan that we need to go to Helen at some point this weekend.