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I still feel like crying today. I don't know why. Michael is clearly non-brain-damaged this morning, although horribly sore and stiff. No more portions of the house fell in overnight. But I feel all emotional and weak-kneed.

Also, this morning I was thinking: we have a big three-story house. There are only four of us. What are the odds that, at the precise moment that a portion of the ceiling fell in, one of us would just happen to be underneath that exact portion? They've got to be astronomical.