1. The callous deep freeze won't leave. Njorour and Aeolus continue to ally themselves in a frigid rage, driving even the most hardy among us indoors. The streets are empty, abandoned. We continue to shelter the children, keeping the blinds closed so that their innocent minds remain unexposed to the cruelty and misery of these vengeful gods. Soon angry thundersnow will deafen us and blanket us in their anger. Lord, what have we done?
2. Molly and Hiram braved the salt and slush of Pittsburgh and the howling winds of I-70 and courageously steered their way back to Groveton. They fell into their town house exhausted, gaunt from fear, and we celebrated their return as David and Olivia fell joyously into their arms.
3. The Deke and I decided we'd like more time with the Diaz family and so delayed for a day the gruesome drive back to Greenbelt and Molly and the Deke sent me out into the calamity of wind and cold and dark to Mama's Kitchen where I picked up a bag of gyros. We ate them lustily and gratefully, relishing the lamb and feta and tzatzki splendor of these Greek piles of pleasure.
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