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The electrician is coming today. I dismantled the kitchen last night. This is the "it gets worse before it gets better" part of the journey. I have some vague hope that the contractor will work quickly, and we'll be cooking again soon. Strangely enough, I don't know where we'll be sleeping tonight, but I'm OK with that. Has the pandemic changed me? I do have hotel reservations for January in PA, but I've learned to let go of the illusion of control.

Lovely weather. I walked at the reservoir this morning and I hope to go out again later. We're all limping along trying to make it to Thanksgiving. To the CAPE! To a HOUSE with a KITCHEN, real plates and cups and silverware. If only I didn't have to transport an entire dinner in the car. Ah well.