I love electricity.
The snowstorm on Saturday night caused us to lose our electricity at 6:30 p.m. Saturday. When we emerged from the house on Sunday morning, the ground was covered with heavy wet snow. There were trees down in our yard, on the sides of the street, and on the power lines everywhere. Snowblower was of no use - it clogged the chute like play-dough. We made the best of it at first but it wears on you after a couple of days. We have a gas stove, so we were able to cook on top of the stove, but we have a well, so no power = no water. That really throws a kink in the works. Luckily our high school has a generator and they opened four hours each night starting Monday so residents could shower and power up their cell phones. They also served a simple warm meal which was great.
The house got colder and colder. This afternoon when I got home the house was 50 degrees and it was 60 outside, so I opened the windows in hopes of heating up the house. There's a switch!
I sat outside on the steps today and read my Kindle for a while. When I came in, the light over the stove was on. It took a second to register - at first I thought I had left the stove burners on. Finally it sank in to my chilly brain - we had POWER! I did a small victory dance! Luckily, no one was there to see THAT! It was 4:56 p.m. Thursday night.