It was quieter after I woke up, but the rain still hasn't completely stopped, and now and then we still get strong gusts of wind that sound like jets passing overhead. That means we could still lose power, so I'll attempt brevity. The winter storm warning is in place through Friday morning, so this is far from over. So far I haven't seen any leaks in the ceiling, and there is no flooding outdoors, at least in this neighborhood. The only thing I could run out of, as long as the power stays on, is milk, which I'll run out of only if it goes sour (it's pretty old, but so far has held up.) I can just stay in and stay dry, unless it's raining when I have to check the mailbox. The box can leak, so I don't want to leave anything sitting in it.
As glad as I am that we're finally getting some significant rain, I haven't been particularly cheerful lately. There's always a morose quality to northern California's winter, even when it's being dramatic. It aggravates my own propensity to fall into dismal thoughts. It's more difficult to distract myself from them with only books and Internet. I miss the distraction of cable and cats. The mere near-collapse of civilization just can't do it for me.
I should sleep again.