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- The summer is, apparently, the time of internet and power outages. At the end of the summer last year we lost power for six hours every five days (this was right after that huge power failure that hit New York and much of the North East). And, of course, internet was down more than it was up. Again internet is spotty (the cable company says it's due to the heat, but I remain unconvinced), and there've been a few power failures to annoy me.

- This morning my father passed out after jabbing himself in the hand with a screwdriver. He's mostly okay -- looks like he probably sprained both his wrists, minor abrasions from falling on his face, bloody nose, and he was in mild shock for a while -- but it's always a little unsettling when a parent is injured, especially when they're injured in such a way that reminds one how fraught the world is with danger. As Corso once said, "To love someone is to offer up a hostage to fate."

- A much happier thought: there really is nothing quite like ex-sex. There's an ease to it; knowing all of each other's moves, likes, desires and absolutely no pressure. I'd almost forgotten about the cute way the Italian Girl bites the left side of her bottom lip when she comes, and the utterly expected way she always grabbed my ass and squeezed it hard when trying to get me off was quite welcome. I really can't imagine not have a good relationship with an ex.