During the power outage, we all did our best to stay warm and upbeat. For some of us it was a sip or two of single malt whiskey. (One rock.) Some danced to the ABBA in their heads. Some hauled soggy wood from the pile to the box by the wood stove. Dusty (aka, the Dustman) crawled into John’s down vest and there he stayed for the duration.
Meanwhile ,my friend Pam in Barrington still has no power. I wonder why? Here’s a picture of the pole by her driveway. Oh oh.
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