I've been texting all my friends and family that we have plenty of beer, wine, and Halloween candy so we are set for a few days at least. To hear it from the reporters, there's, like, a 99% chance we'll lose power for at least a day this week. We've put out our hand-crank flashlight and radio, but the temperature is dropping...quickly. I roasted chicken tonight at 475* and left the oven open to cool. It's been less than 2hrs and already all that delicious-smelling heat has dissipated. For those new to this blog, I don't do cold. Nope, not me. Not my thing. I lack the ability to maintain my body temperature on my own power and require supplemental heat to keep from turning purple: My Beloved, a hot water bottle, a four-legged friend, electric blanket. Fughetabout the rain, the loss of power...the dropping temperature is what's going to make this storm a problem for my first-world self.
Schools have been cancelled for Monday and Tuesday, and I can still, at 9:30pm, hear planes taking off from PHL trying to get everyone out of Dodge before it's too late. The forecasters promise I should be able to make it into the office tomorrow, but also promise that I won't be able to make it home. We're no where near a flood area or body of water (thank jeebus), but do have gorgeous, leaf-laden trees all around us. If I can keep My Beloved from worrying himself sick about either the roof leaking (more) or a tree branch crashing into the house, it will be a miracle. [The mere mention of water damage makes him vagal. There is a house a few blocks over that had a huge tree crash through the roof into the master bedroom in a recent, windy rainstorm. Just driving past the tell-tale blue tarp'd site, My Beloved sucks his teeth and curls his toes the same way I do when I see blood or hear a gruesome tale of surgery. ]
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