Well, almost. The wind is up, the rain is fiercely down, the ferries aren’t running and so Nola is stuck in Vancouver for another night. And me with a case of beer and thawed chicken breasts ready to construct revelry and supper.
Here’s hoping the power comes back on, at the least. Otherwise I will have to refill the gennie in the dark. And cold. And sleety rain. It will suck to be me.
