The front came through - violently. Branches started flying like something from the Wizard of Oz. I watched as a three foot chunk landed about ten feet in front of me. [I was in the open garage doorway.] Discretion being the better part of valor, the door was closed rapidly and I headed upstairs as well.
Within five minutes, the rains came and supper became a candlelight affair. About an hour later, storm passed, we walked the neighborhood - by flashlight. There were branches everywhere and several trees down. Bedtime was also by candlelight - but without AC, possibly not as romantic as that might sound. We ended up discussing a backup plan for the freezer if the power wasn't back in the morning.
That became redundant at about 2:30 AM when it did come back. We of course knew it because that *%$%$^$% light switch was still in the on position. Five hours out because of a tree over a wire.
... and of course that's why I'm still up and posting on LJ at four in the morning.
