Last week, here in my fair and frantic Baltimore, all the brass monkeys were being brought inside as the outside became Yukon cold. I mean, overnight lows were in the single digits for several nights, and the days weren't that much warmer.
We dug out our fleecy undies and vests and wool sox and knit caps and paraded around snug as bugs in rugs, until we braved the out-of-doors. Most of us ran back indoors as fast as we could, but in the end, we were fine.
Cold, but fine.
Fast forward to this week, and it's much warmer, and heavy coats are being tossed aside in favor of light hoodies and jackets. Sure, there's hopeful talk of going back in the deep freeze (I like it c-c-c-cold!) But everyone gets their turn for their favorite weather.
However, last night at dinnertime, and again around 9:30, power went out on our street and on the streets all around us. Facebook, the great authority on everything in the neighborhoods since Next Door devolved into a forum for reporting coyotes and door-to-door solicitation, lit up with people asking "Anyone else lose power just now?" and that's how I knew how widespread the outage was...and then it was over!
Power and lights came back on, cable boxes and modems reset themselves, and order was restored as soon as everyone figured out how to reset the digital clocks on their appliances.
But was I the only one thinking about what an outage of any appreciable length would have meant during the sub-freezing days of last week? We only have so many down vests and wool scarves around here.
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