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I sent this out to Martin first thing this morning:

Martin,

The sukkah blew down!

We'll try to have it back up tonight, but if there are further problems, should we just host in our apartment, or what?

Neil

In the meantime, I've been getting replies in for Friday night's potluck, looks like we'll have lots of cakes and other sucrose-laden food. So we'll be eating inside which sukkah, exactly? I imagine we'll end up hosting no matter what happens with the sukkah. We'll have to do something next fall to see that it can handle heavy winds better. More reinforcements? Glue the pipes together? We need a more durable sukkah.

Say that word to yourself: sukkah. Now say it a few times: sukkah, sukkah, sukkah, sukkah...sukkah. Sounds annoying, doesn't it? That's about my mood with the sukkah (sukkah,sukkah) right now. Martha and I got in this huge argument when I got home yesterday... over the sukkah. And we were italicized while we were yelling at each other, too. We finally cooled down after bringing the remains of the sukkah indoors, so they wouldn't blow away in the many-MPH-winds currently blowing. In this newly-found state of calm, we put a band-aid on the argument, and I went to record at Brushwood Studios.

We recorded six takes of the bass for The Bile Song last night, the last two of which were excellent. I was plugged into the board with a direct box, and Bruce was singing along, trying to be as goofy as possible. We didn't realize that he had a mike plugged in the whole time! (Oops.) Takes seven and nine worked out almost as well. Am very happy about the recording.

Martha and I made up the argument, and after talking over the smoldering embers of the sukkah argument, we realized that hey, we've had a brand-new argument instead of rehashing one of the old ones! Cool. (Yes, I've not really gotten into the specifics of what the argument was about; this is not a tears and confessions blog. As the old saying goes, pick up your shattered expectations and move along to a more juicy blog.)

Later in the day:

I'm a little less annoyed at the whole situation, now. We'll host indoors if need be, and it looks like it's gonna rain in any case. But sukkah is still a silly word when you say it seventeen times fast.