Huh. Looks like another TS came up overnight in the Gulf - Tropical Storm Hermine (NOAA link, may not last long if they change the address when they update), and it's on track to hit us with heavy rain later this week. (Actually, maybe even starting tomorrow)
On the good side: we really need more rain, and also, I LIKE rain and haven't seen nearly enough this summer.
On the not-so-good side: if I actually do decide to mow my lawn this week, I will need to do it this afternoon. Also, there might be flooding.
It's funny how Earl was hyped almost from its formation, and this storm seems to have caught people by surprise - I saw no reference to it (and I'm a pretty avid weather-watcher) before this morning.
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Showing posts with label weather. Show all posts
Monday, September 06, 2010
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Once again, my community dodged a bullet.
I got home from the Quammen talk (more on that later), flipped on one of the local channels, and found they were running a weather-radar picture and talking in The Tone.
You know, The Tone. The one news/weathercasters use when something really big and really bad has happened.
Eventually it became clear there had been a tornado somewhere. I didn't realize how bad it was until this morning - Lone Grove, which is not far from Ardmore (about 50 miles west of me) was hit.
The tornado was apparently a half-mile wide. Brrrr.
One news station this morning is saying 15 dead; another one, less given to hyperbole, is saying 8 confirmed deaths, so hopefully those other 7 are "unaccounted for" and will turn out to be safe.
We had some pretty huge thunderstorms (and at one point I thought I heard a tree limb come down but could see no evidence of it this morning), but nothing on that order.
They had to suspend the search for people last night because debris and downed power lines made searching unsafe. (I guess the answer in a case like that is, if you're somewhere even marginally safe, you stay put until the searchers come to find you). I assume they're back at it now as the sun has just come up.
I got home from the Quammen talk (more on that later), flipped on one of the local channels, and found they were running a weather-radar picture and talking in The Tone.
You know, The Tone. The one news/weathercasters use when something really big and really bad has happened.
Eventually it became clear there had been a tornado somewhere. I didn't realize how bad it was until this morning - Lone Grove, which is not far from Ardmore (about 50 miles west of me) was hit.
The tornado was apparently a half-mile wide. Brrrr.
One news station this morning is saying 15 dead; another one, less given to hyperbole, is saying 8 confirmed deaths, so hopefully those other 7 are "unaccounted for" and will turn out to be safe.
We had some pretty huge thunderstorms (and at one point I thought I heard a tree limb come down but could see no evidence of it this morning), but nothing on that order.
They had to suspend the search for people last night because debris and downed power lines made searching unsafe. (I guess the answer in a case like that is, if you're somewhere even marginally safe, you stay put until the searchers come to find you). I assume they're back at it now as the sun has just come up.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
(I realize it's somewhat banal to "live blog" something that's really not going to have a big effect on me, but I'm at home and I'm restless because I still have a slight fever with this cold...)
Still just rain. They've downgraded the level of wind that we are supposed to get which is a huge relief. I had cleaned up my bathroom really well (including scrubbing the floor clean enough, that, if I needed to, I could make up a pallet and sleep THERE tonight...the bathroom, in my house, is that "windowless interior room" that people are counseled to go to in cases of high wind.
At least I'm getting a clean bathroom out of it.)
It does look like a couple people died in Galveston but not the massive horrible deaths that were expected. One guy was swept off a pier when he went to look at the waves, and I think another was killed by a falling tree.
They're also saying "no reports of looting in Houston," which, if true, is a VERY good thing indeed. I tend to regard people who go in and do stuff like that - loot the houses of citizens who've evacuated - as a rung or two below pond scum on the Scala Natura.
They're sending the "Disaster Relief" trucks in; I hope the drivers don't encounter high winds on the way.
It does look like Ike was not as bad as anticipated; the storm surge was about half of the worst-case scenario. But the fact that it was still classed as a hurricane nearly 50 miles inland is just creepy.
One thing I will say - perhaps not being a "party person" - is that the concept of the "hurricane party" strikes me a bit odd. They interviewed a couple people on Channel 8 (with their Houston link-up) about the hurricane and they were all like "We didn't expect this to be so big; we were all downtown at a hurricane party." And I remember a friend of mine in grad school who used to live in Florida talked about hurricane parties - where everyone would go to one person's house, they'd bring food, get a couple kegs and some wine, and sit and watch the 'cane come in.
I suppose the "being with one's fellow man" aspect of it is a good thing, but I do hope that only sub-intoxicating levels of beer were consumed (though considering my friend, I doubt it). Because, you know? What do you do if you have to get the heck out of there on short notice and you're impaired? But whatever.
Still just rain. They've downgraded the level of wind that we are supposed to get which is a huge relief. I had cleaned up my bathroom really well (including scrubbing the floor clean enough, that, if I needed to, I could make up a pallet and sleep THERE tonight...the bathroom, in my house, is that "windowless interior room" that people are counseled to go to in cases of high wind.
At least I'm getting a clean bathroom out of it.)
It does look like a couple people died in Galveston but not the massive horrible deaths that were expected. One guy was swept off a pier when he went to look at the waves, and I think another was killed by a falling tree.
They're also saying "no reports of looting in Houston," which, if true, is a VERY good thing indeed. I tend to regard people who go in and do stuff like that - loot the houses of citizens who've evacuated - as a rung or two below pond scum on the Scala Natura.
They're sending the "Disaster Relief" trucks in; I hope the drivers don't encounter high winds on the way.
It does look like Ike was not as bad as anticipated; the storm surge was about half of the worst-case scenario. But the fact that it was still classed as a hurricane nearly 50 miles inland is just creepy.
One thing I will say - perhaps not being a "party person" - is that the concept of the "hurricane party" strikes me a bit odd. They interviewed a couple people on Channel 8 (with their Houston link-up) about the hurricane and they were all like "We didn't expect this to be so big; we were all downtown at a hurricane party." And I remember a friend of mine in grad school who used to live in Florida talked about hurricane parties - where everyone would go to one person's house, they'd bring food, get a couple kegs and some wine, and sit and watch the 'cane come in.
I suppose the "being with one's fellow man" aspect of it is a good thing, but I do hope that only sub-intoxicating levels of beer were consumed (though considering my friend, I doubt it). Because, you know? What do you do if you have to get the heck out of there on short notice and you're impaired? But whatever.
They're telling us 1 pm as the hour to expect the remnants of Ike. At this point, it looks like where I live is going to be the "lower left quadrant" (if such a thing still applies), also known as the "clean" side of the storm. We still could get 2" of rain an hour and possibly 40 mph winds.
I'm staying put today. Might run out to the post office (I have some kind of a package waiting for me. I don't know what. I can't think of anything I've ordered that's not come yet aside from a couple books from Folio Press that I thought weren't supposed to be printed until next month).
I picked up the Noro Kureyon sock and am making an effort to finish the pair. I'm really not in love with this yarn - it's hard on the hands, not slidy, not easy to manipulate, every stitch is kind of a fight. That might be because I'm knitting it at 11 sts per inch or so in an attempt to stave off the eventual breakdown of the too-softly-spun wool. (Seriously, Noro: why? Why market this as a sock yarn? It is demonstrably lovely for shawls like the Pi shawl, but it's not got the oomph, I think, that a sock yarn requires).
I'm also back working on the "I Can Has?" embroidered pillow top; might even finish that this weekend. I think I'm going to do the "companion piece" I alluded to, except I will have to either draw it myself, or find a coloring book with a picture of a walrus in it (OK, there, I gave it away) to trace, because even before the Vogart transfers were taken down off Flickr, there were no walrus among them.
It's funny...I've talked before about the "activation energy" that fights against starting (or re-starting) something, and then how much fun it is once I've got it going. Embroidery is that way. I look at it sitting in the bag and I'm all, "Meh, it's slow, it takes a long time to get anywhere. I have to find my scissors and have them close at hand, and then there are orts left everywhere"
(An "ort" is the little leftover of thread when you've used up most of the length of it. I think it comes from an Old German word meaning a "morsel." Some embroiderers save their orts (scroll down) in jars or stuff them into those clear glass tree ornaments. I tend to just let them pile up on the arm of the chair until they start to bug me, and then I throw them away.)
But then I start embroidering and I'm all, "This is actually really fun and I'm making good progress on it." And there is something pleasing - as Jane Brocket says in one of her essays - about the nice tight drum-head of fabric, and the sound the needle makes as it plicks through the fabric, making stitches. It's kind of like hand-quilting in that it requires (for me at least) a greater degree of control and attention to what I'm doing - making the stitches all even and equal sized, following the lines....it's more of a challenge to make it "perfect" than knitting is.
I'm staying put today. Might run out to the post office (I have some kind of a package waiting for me. I don't know what. I can't think of anything I've ordered that's not come yet aside from a couple books from Folio Press that I thought weren't supposed to be printed until next month).
I picked up the Noro Kureyon sock and am making an effort to finish the pair. I'm really not in love with this yarn - it's hard on the hands, not slidy, not easy to manipulate, every stitch is kind of a fight. That might be because I'm knitting it at 11 sts per inch or so in an attempt to stave off the eventual breakdown of the too-softly-spun wool. (Seriously, Noro: why? Why market this as a sock yarn? It is demonstrably lovely for shawls like the Pi shawl, but it's not got the oomph, I think, that a sock yarn requires).
I'm also back working on the "I Can Has?" embroidered pillow top; might even finish that this weekend. I think I'm going to do the "companion piece" I alluded to, except I will have to either draw it myself, or find a coloring book with a picture of a walrus in it (OK, there, I gave it away) to trace, because even before the Vogart transfers were taken down off Flickr, there were no walrus among them.
It's funny...I've talked before about the "activation energy" that fights against starting (or re-starting) something, and then how much fun it is once I've got it going. Embroidery is that way. I look at it sitting in the bag and I'm all, "Meh, it's slow, it takes a long time to get anywhere. I have to find my scissors and have them close at hand, and then there are orts left everywhere"
(An "ort" is the little leftover of thread when you've used up most of the length of it. I think it comes from an Old German word meaning a "morsel." Some embroiderers save their orts (scroll down) in jars or stuff them into those clear glass tree ornaments. I tend to just let them pile up on the arm of the chair until they start to bug me, and then I throw them away.)
But then I start embroidering and I'm all, "This is actually really fun and I'm making good progress on it." And there is something pleasing - as Jane Brocket says in one of her essays - about the nice tight drum-head of fabric, and the sound the needle makes as it plicks through the fabric, making stitches. It's kind of like hand-quilting in that it requires (for me at least) a greater degree of control and attention to what I'm doing - making the stitches all even and equal sized, following the lines....it's more of a challenge to make it "perfect" than knitting is.
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
The meteorologists are now saying that Gustav (or, the remnants of Gustav) are going more north, and we're not going to get as much rain as originally thought.
I hope we get SOME, it has been very dry here.
I will say I could notice the weather was different this morning. Even before I went outside, my workout was a lot easier, which I think means the "dome of high pressure" has broken up. (I notice a lot of breathing difficulties when we're under high pressure. I don't think it's the pressure per se, but that it traps all the diesel exhaust and cooking smells and stale air and that's what affects me).
It was also windy this morning which is certainly a welcome change. Wind out of the north, which (if I remember the Buys Ballot rule properly) would suggest the lowest pressure is off to the east (on the left hand side with your back to the wind...that's how that rule goes, again if I remember correctly).
I will admit I was sort of hoping for heavy rains (though not severe weather), partly because it's been so dry but partly because there is something kind of exhilarating about a hard rain. (Well, at least if you're indoors and your house is on high ground...)
****
I worked on various things over the long weekend. I did more weed-removal from the garden (which is pretty much a never-ending job) and planted some beet seeds to see if I can get a fall crop.
I also worked a lot more on the second Go with the Flow sock, I am now working on the heel flap. Usually socks go a lot faster for me once I've turned the heel.
I'm also thinking about new socks. A couple of socks patterns that I was originally not-so-impressed by, when I see worked up by other knitters, I look at anew.
One of these is the Little Child's Sock from the Nancy Bush Vintage Socks book. In the book, the socks look kind of unfortunate - the top is all bunchy and funny and when I looked at them in the book, I was kind of "meh." But seeing another knitter's version makes me like them. (At least on the feet they do. The "empty" sock looks strangely planarian-like).
I haven't really contemplated which yarn I'd use for these yet.
Because I want to do another pattern first: Gentleman's half hose in ringwood pattern. Now, this was a pair I liked in the book...but the title of "Gentleman's" put me off, made me think, "Oh, this is one of those where I'd have to drop down a needle size or two to make them fit me, socks on 0s or 00s, ugh.
But Elinor made them, and they seem to fit her fine. (And in retrospect...the "Gentleman's Plain Winter Sock" fits me fine).
I really like the texture on this one. And it looks like it's a nice balance between easy, motor-along pattern and paying attention (decrease rows and such to shape the calf).
And I know what yarn I want to use...I have some Dream in Color sock yarn. (I don't like using its actual name, "Smooshy," because...ew. "smooshy" is how you describe a rotten banana). It's in a lovely russety brown with red overtones, a perfect fall color, which is called Chinatown Apple for some reason. So once I finish a pair (or two) of the socks I have going, that's going to be the next one up, because I think the color will be perfect for the pattern and vice versa.
I hope we get SOME, it has been very dry here.
I will say I could notice the weather was different this morning. Even before I went outside, my workout was a lot easier, which I think means the "dome of high pressure" has broken up. (I notice a lot of breathing difficulties when we're under high pressure. I don't think it's the pressure per se, but that it traps all the diesel exhaust and cooking smells and stale air and that's what affects me).
It was also windy this morning which is certainly a welcome change. Wind out of the north, which (if I remember the Buys Ballot rule properly) would suggest the lowest pressure is off to the east (on the left hand side with your back to the wind...that's how that rule goes, again if I remember correctly).
I will admit I was sort of hoping for heavy rains (though not severe weather), partly because it's been so dry but partly because there is something kind of exhilarating about a hard rain. (Well, at least if you're indoors and your house is on high ground...)
****
I worked on various things over the long weekend. I did more weed-removal from the garden (which is pretty much a never-ending job) and planted some beet seeds to see if I can get a fall crop.
I also worked a lot more on the second Go with the Flow sock, I am now working on the heel flap. Usually socks go a lot faster for me once I've turned the heel.
I'm also thinking about new socks. A couple of socks patterns that I was originally not-so-impressed by, when I see worked up by other knitters, I look at anew.
One of these is the Little Child's Sock from the Nancy Bush Vintage Socks book. In the book, the socks look kind of unfortunate - the top is all bunchy and funny and when I looked at them in the book, I was kind of "meh." But seeing another knitter's version makes me like them. (At least on the feet they do. The "empty" sock looks strangely planarian-like).
I haven't really contemplated which yarn I'd use for these yet.
Because I want to do another pattern first: Gentleman's half hose in ringwood pattern. Now, this was a pair I liked in the book...but the title of "Gentleman's" put me off, made me think, "Oh, this is one of those where I'd have to drop down a needle size or two to make them fit me, socks on 0s or 00s, ugh.
But Elinor made them, and they seem to fit her fine. (And in retrospect...the "Gentleman's Plain Winter Sock" fits me fine).
I really like the texture on this one. And it looks like it's a nice balance between easy, motor-along pattern and paying attention (decrease rows and such to shape the calf).
And I know what yarn I want to use...I have some Dream in Color sock yarn. (I don't like using its actual name, "Smooshy," because...ew. "smooshy" is how you describe a rotten banana). It's in a lovely russety brown with red overtones, a perfect fall color, which is called Chinatown Apple for some reason. So once I finish a pair (or two) of the socks I have going, that's going to be the next one up, because I think the color will be perfect for the pattern and vice versa.
Monday, April 07, 2008
My most recent 36-hour forecast informs me that I should carry an extra towel.
Now, if they tell me tomorrow, "Don't Panic," I will start planning for the eventual destruction of the Earth...
Now, if they tell me tomorrow, "Don't Panic," I will start planning for the eventual destruction of the Earth...
Friday, March 07, 2008
Well, hooray.
I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and decided to call the pre-recorded information line (there was no way I was able to stay up to 10 pm. I started to get tired around 8:30 - it's been a busy week - so I went to bed and read for a while before going to sleep).
They have closed campus for the day. Normally I don't like missing a day of class but I'm relieved that none of my Ecology students will have to feel like they need to take the risk to come in to take an exam (although, as I said before, I think they all should be aware of my willingness to allow them an alternate time in this situation).
Also, I don't have to drive in, and the last time I looked at the street outside my house it looked kind of ugly - big piles of slush again, and it's below freezing right now.
I did all the grading I had (all the grading for the weekend, as it turns out, because the exam is now postponed). I did all the analysis of the lespedeza data this week (part of why it was a busy week) (And there are PATTERNS! There is some reasonable way to interpret it! And the grasses in my experiment ARE more strongly affected by the allelopathy than forbs are!)
I brought home the list of "lichens likely to be found in this area" that I'm compiling, plus a couple textbooks I need to look over some time to decided if I want to change for one class, and if my team teacher and I for another class want to adopt a "real" textbook instead of using the little handouts we made. So I've got stuff to do.
And I've got my knitting. Of course. Not having to leave the house means I can start on the lichen stuff - well, right after breakfast - and probably get that done this morning. And I can probably knit on the second "Sweet Tooth" sock (the simple ribbed ones) while looking over the textbooks.
***
Charlotte, I've read most of P.D. James' books. I have her most recent one (Or I think it's the most recent) - The Murder Room - still to read. I think she is one of the better mystery writers out there.
And Kucki, I've heard of the Maisie Dobbs series but never read any - someday when I need to find a new series, I probably will read that one.
I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and decided to call the pre-recorded information line (there was no way I was able to stay up to 10 pm. I started to get tired around 8:30 - it's been a busy week - so I went to bed and read for a while before going to sleep).
They have closed campus for the day. Normally I don't like missing a day of class but I'm relieved that none of my Ecology students will have to feel like they need to take the risk to come in to take an exam (although, as I said before, I think they all should be aware of my willingness to allow them an alternate time in this situation).
Also, I don't have to drive in, and the last time I looked at the street outside my house it looked kind of ugly - big piles of slush again, and it's below freezing right now.
I did all the grading I had (all the grading for the weekend, as it turns out, because the exam is now postponed). I did all the analysis of the lespedeza data this week (part of why it was a busy week) (And there are PATTERNS! There is some reasonable way to interpret it! And the grasses in my experiment ARE more strongly affected by the allelopathy than forbs are!)
I brought home the list of "lichens likely to be found in this area" that I'm compiling, plus a couple textbooks I need to look over some time to decided if I want to change for one class, and if my team teacher and I for another class want to adopt a "real" textbook instead of using the little handouts we made. So I've got stuff to do.
And I've got my knitting. Of course. Not having to leave the house means I can start on the lichen stuff - well, right after breakfast - and probably get that done this morning. And I can probably knit on the second "Sweet Tooth" sock (the simple ribbed ones) while looking over the textbooks.
***
Charlotte, I've read most of P.D. James' books. I have her most recent one (Or I think it's the most recent) - The Murder Room - still to read. I think she is one of the better mystery writers out there.
And Kucki, I've heard of the Maisie Dobbs series but never read any - someday when I need to find a new series, I probably will read that one.
Monday, March 03, 2008
It's a little bit blurry, because I had to take it with "extreme night exposure" and even my hands aren't steady enough to hold a camera still for that long, but:
Snow. In southeastern Oklahoma. On March 4th.
I predict this is going to be a very weird weather year.
(I have no idea whether there will be enough for a "snow day" tomorrow; as much as I enjoy teaching I have to admit I wouldn't be broken-hearted if there was.)
(Oh, and the Proper People have been contacted re: the mailboxes and such; they're going to try patrolling more. And when I drove home today I noticed that the homeowners had managed to stick the mailbox posts (they're just those thin metal pipes) back in the ground, so at least they're not out any money for a new mailbox.)
Snow. In southeastern Oklahoma. On March 4th.
I predict this is going to be a very weird weather year.
(I have no idea whether there will be enough for a "snow day" tomorrow; as much as I enjoy teaching I have to admit I wouldn't be broken-hearted if there was.)
(Oh, and the Proper People have been contacted re: the mailboxes and such; they're going to try patrolling more. And when I drove home today I noticed that the homeowners had managed to stick the mailbox posts (they're just those thin metal pipes) back in the ground, so at least they're not out any money for a new mailbox.)
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Ugh.
There's a chance we might get freezing rain tonight, with more in the morning. If that is the case I hope they cancel the morning classes - and if they do, that they send out the notice EARLY ENOUGH so those of us with 8:00s get word of it before we risk our necks going in.
Normally a little freezing rain isn't an issue here, but it's been So. Dang. Cold. that anything freezing when it hits the ground will freeze to and on the ground (rather than harmlessly melting as it normally does).
I took a quick mental stock of my larder before leaving campus for my quarterly duty at the Food Bank, to decide if I had to brave the grocery store after that. Because the whole Ice Storm thing, yeesh. People elbowing little old men with canes and moms with babes in arms out of the way just so they can get the last six loaves of bread.
I decided that as I have at least a half gallon of milk and one remaining egg - and this is supposed to melt off on Saturday - it wasn't worth the human drama of trying to get to the grocery. And I have the leftover of the loaf of homemade bread, and more bread-making supplies, so if worse comes to worse, I can whip up a batch. (I might do that anyway, this weekend, because homemade bread is better than anything I can buy here in town.)
Yes, I am perhaps living dangerously having only one or two (I haven't counted them recently) eggs left in the fridge, and Ice Storm Logic says I should go out and buy a couple dozen more just to be safe - but I think I can go a day without using an egg if I have to.
And you know? I don't normally complain about this but: it's cold. It's dang cold. I don't think it got out of the 20s today. (I know those of you in Minnesota are snorting with derision, but living in southern Oklahoma, where buildings aren't exactly *insulated* and where our antiquated heating system in my office building can't cope well with 40 degrees let alone 20, it's cold). I got cold sitting in my office today. I'm still cold and I've been home - in my considerably better-heated house- for nearly an hour.
I should probably break out the space heater for my research-reading this afternoon, just so I'm more comfy.
I also have a headache, which suggests to me we ARE going to get the bad weather after all - any kind of bad, low-pressure, cold front type of weather and I get a headache. I suppose my sinuses are like barometers.
Oh, now the National Weather Service radio-robot is saying the "watch" has been upgraded to a "warning." Dare I hope for not having to slog in tomorrow morning?
(Don't get me wrong - I love teaching. But when the weather's miserable - and hazardous for the students who live farther out than I do - it just seems better not to have to leave the house).
There's a chance we might get freezing rain tonight, with more in the morning. If that is the case I hope they cancel the morning classes - and if they do, that they send out the notice EARLY ENOUGH so those of us with 8:00s get word of it before we risk our necks going in.
Normally a little freezing rain isn't an issue here, but it's been So. Dang. Cold. that anything freezing when it hits the ground will freeze to and on the ground (rather than harmlessly melting as it normally does).
I took a quick mental stock of my larder before leaving campus for my quarterly duty at the Food Bank, to decide if I had to brave the grocery store after that. Because the whole Ice Storm thing, yeesh. People elbowing little old men with canes and moms with babes in arms out of the way just so they can get the last six loaves of bread.
I decided that as I have at least a half gallon of milk and one remaining egg - and this is supposed to melt off on Saturday - it wasn't worth the human drama of trying to get to the grocery. And I have the leftover of the loaf of homemade bread, and more bread-making supplies, so if worse comes to worse, I can whip up a batch. (I might do that anyway, this weekend, because homemade bread is better than anything I can buy here in town.)
Yes, I am perhaps living dangerously having only one or two (I haven't counted them recently) eggs left in the fridge, and Ice Storm Logic says I should go out and buy a couple dozen more just to be safe - but I think I can go a day without using an egg if I have to.
And you know? I don't normally complain about this but: it's cold. It's dang cold. I don't think it got out of the 20s today. (I know those of you in Minnesota are snorting with derision, but living in southern Oklahoma, where buildings aren't exactly *insulated* and where our antiquated heating system in my office building can't cope well with 40 degrees let alone 20, it's cold). I got cold sitting in my office today. I'm still cold and I've been home - in my considerably better-heated house- for nearly an hour.
I should probably break out the space heater for my research-reading this afternoon, just so I'm more comfy.
I also have a headache, which suggests to me we ARE going to get the bad weather after all - any kind of bad, low-pressure, cold front type of weather and I get a headache. I suppose my sinuses are like barometers.
Oh, now the National Weather Service radio-robot is saying the "watch" has been upgraded to a "warning." Dare I hope for not having to slog in tomorrow morning?
(Don't get me wrong - I love teaching. But when the weather's miserable - and hazardous for the students who live farther out than I do - it just seems better not to have to leave the house).
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