fine whine

I had an unorthodox wake-up this morning. Moments after Jessica's alarm sounded at 5:30am there was a loud explosion and the room lit up. The two were synchronized so I knew it was close to the house, and despite being groggy and tired (and in the dark, as the power was now out) I was able to guess, correctly, that the transformer for my house and three neighbors had exploded.

We bundled up and trekked over to our neighbor's, after a brief look at our backyards, and talked about the tree limbs that had fallen in hers on her power lines and set the tree on fire. Well, it was sparking at least. The continuing freezing rain probably kept any worse blazes at bay.

So I'm bundled up in my bed, burning the juice from Jessica's laptop battery to post this. We're under a so-called level two snow emergency, so I'm not going into work. I don't want to mess with the roads or manually working my garage door or anything like that. It's not that there isn't a huge pile of work for me to do, but I'm just not going to risk it. The house is already down to 54 degrees and soon I'm going to need to do something about the water in the pipes, whether it be turning it off and running it out or just trickling. There's still a little time for us to figure that one out.

So, um, Merry Christmas everybody.