We had just got back inside and the power went out again with a dreadful sound. The whole building gasped. Somebody was stuck on the elevator. The Obamachron stayed all lit up, Obama's playground too. We were in a dark island. There wasn't even a storm, just steady rain all day and night. Strangely enough it came back on this time within the hour. Last time they said an hour and it was three days. I wonder what's going to happen in this country, and the rest of the world. Sunburn Saturday with the Sound Suits and Pebble Beach, and sodden Sunday at the graveyard eating mulberries. I believe this week we may know the grave. I think about impermanence and eternity. Little things too.