It's a good thing I don't have a fear of the dark. A night without electricity and thus heat in a basement suite is a long dark and lonely one. The lights went out as it was getting dark, so I couldn't do anything about it until this morning. Survival instinct took over and I was able to keep warm by huddling under my blankets.
At the same time, it was pretty peaceful. The best hibernation yet. I suppose I could have called my friend Yvonne and bunkered down at her place, but I decided to stand guard here, just in case.
I called my housemate (lives upstairs), who's on the road again, and he said he'll be back Friday to pay his electric bill. The house is on a reduced-power mode because he couldn't get back in time. I guess I had one appliance too many on yesterday evening. I struggled through the snowdrifts to reset the meter as soon as there was enough light to see at dawn.
I'm drinking double chocolate hot chocolate.
The things you take for granted.
