No school

When I drove Alison to work this morning, it was very foggy and I think East Noble had already called a 2-Hour D. I worked a little and lay back down just because I wanted to do. Some time later I heard the cry of 3-Hour D and then a strangled scream of glee. Out she runs – Summer – and says, “I thought I saw East Noble was closed, but I’m not sure; I’ll watch for it to go around again. Okay, Grandma, if you hear a scream you’ll know it’s closed and if you hear a “Nooooooooooo!” you’ll know it’s not.” I heard a scream and I cried out, “Nooooooooooo!”
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I have cleaned the kitchen and lit an evergreen candle in a jar and also the hurricane lamp. I like the glow that seems to say we’re home, we’re here . . . you can feel safe. The lamp oil isn’t so expensive that I can’t let that message reach out.