It’s been something like twelve weeks since I’ve slept in my own bed.
Until tonight. Tonight we’re camping in our own home. No electricity. No heat.
It’s a mild night in New Orleans.
So it’s Scrabble by candlelight, scotch neat, battery-operated television and an early bedtime for us.
It’s kind of spooky here. No lights in any direction for blocks. No people at all, as far as we can tell.
Our cats appreciate the company.