Time Unbundled

It's still early in our encounter with the monster storm, but so far it's no more than a lot of rain and strengthening wind. I expect it will grow worse with the day. To look at a graph of local wind speeds is to see a mountain we're only just beginning to climb.

But for now it's a silent morning — or as silent a morning as one can have with two parakeets in the kitchen. Of the noises I must attend to there are none. The pantry is stocked; the batteries are charged.

School is out (including the one where I work), and the government is closed. I'm alone with the dog and a good book. I have no place to go, nothing I must do. This is what I've been wanting and needing — time unbundled and unbound.