I feel like I've been grounded

A week and a half ago I got semi-boastful about my ability to keep random tree bits away from my power line, and Karma To Go found this sufficiently unacceptable to justify dropping a fat limb far enough to snap the ground wire (though not the other two) in half. Weirdly, it didn't cause a power interruption, at least on the 110-volt stuff.

So what was going to be an evening of mowing turned out to be an evening of wire replacement. (Helpful hint from the tech after the reconnect: "Turn on every light in the house, put a cup of water in the microwave, start it up and see if anything blinks.") Just as well: I didn't feel up to pushing the mower around anyway. And the newly-spliced line is a bit farther away from said random tree bits, though I'm still going to have to call in the pros from Dover to reduce the size of the tree.