So this morning began with an inventory of wind damage, and things didn’t improve much during the day. I put in my usual ten-plus hours, came home, and discovered that the electricity was off. Outside temperature: 90ish. Inside temperature: a bearable 78. But it wasn’t going to stay that way: it never does.
A neighbor went one way up the street to seek out the repair crew; I went the other to clean up the rest of the storm debris. He came back with less than good news: they said they’d have to climb every pole for half a mile to get us back on the grid. Lucky me.
The first order of business, therefore, is to find a place to stay for the night: I’m not sitting at home in the dark waiting for thunderstorms to kick in.