Sunday morning. 7 AM. Saturday night reminded me of Father Justin's homily during our wedding, during which he commented that snuggling with your spouse must one of life's great joys -- unless it is hot, in which case all bets are off. I am seriously happy to wake up to cool temperatures and heavy rain, because sleeping in while it is raining is one of my favorite things ever. Never mind breakfast. Sleep.
10:30 AM. Coffee and leftover coffee cake. The pear I had planned to eat was squashed beyond recognition. Desperately hoping electricity would be restored. I make, I mean ask, Mark fan me with the top of the Scrabble box.
Lunch. Grilled Muenster cheese and tomato sandwiches. Handful of almonds. No power.
Early afternoon. Our friends who live nearby generously allowed us to come over to recharge our cell phones, laptops, and ourselves in the comfort of A/C. We left to go help a friend clean up her yard and, upon returning to our apartment, found power was restored. Hooray!
Evening. After reading online that many grocery stores won't have fresh food for awhile, I decide against running to the store for fresh ingredients. Dinner is very simple, homely, and restorative soup made of fava beans in their own broth, carrot, celery, garlic, chile, and a squeeze of lemon juice.
We ate our soup and drank wine and reflected on the weekend. We decided our first natural disaster experienced as a married couple was kind of nice, in its own way! We can depend on each other and work together to make anything fun. Next time, however, we will definitely have a battery-operated fan.