Please forgive the recent silence. Your devoted correspondent was carried off to a land where all was cold and dark.
51 hours without power.
It finally came back this evening, and the indoor temperature rose 10 degrees F in an hour and a half. All the way up to 57 degrees F.
I had just finished packing up a small bag and was on my way to spend the night with friends who had their power restored around 4:15 early Friday morning. Other friends are camping out there with their cat. Another friend invited those who needed to come for a hot shower, food, and company. I gratefully accepted. It wasn't so much a shower as being able to wash my hair and dry it! And it felt so good to be taken care of...
The cats seemed almost confused when the lights came back on, while I felt less guilty about contemplating leaving them to freeze alone. In the end, I decided to sleep at home.
Meanwhile, the storm which precipitated the power outage caused my rendez-vous with Evan to be postponed. Maybe Sunday afternoon. We'll see...
In the world scheme of things - and even with what some of you are dealing with - this wasn't all that serious. But it was damn uncomfortable.
Now think of the people who are sleeping on the street.
I'm trying to avoid that.
But the thoughts intrude.
And make me feel guilty.
Good night, all.