Back to it.
Some things here are back to normal, others not. On my way to dinner tonight, riding shotgun in my flaming-sworded friend's car, I saw that the windstorm had stripped most of the yellow leaves from the soybean field. Buzzsaws and chippers run all over town. My students seemed somewhat relieved to be in the classroom, back at their discussing and their brainstorming, just as though they hadn't been without electricity twelve hours earlier, just as though a massive fallen tree weren't being chunked and ground mere yards away.