Our power went off shortly before noon, and stayed off. After a few hours, the snow had mostly melted, and the sun was shining, so I went out to give the goats some hay. The electric company truck drove by just as I finished, so I flagged them down to say that our power was still out, and they said it was a problem throughout the area, and it should be back on soon.
I went in to tell my husband what they said, and told him how strong a country accent the driver had. He sounded like a real country boy. You could almost describe him as a hick, I said.
My husband smiled at me.
Then he reached out and gently pulled a large piece of hay out of my hair.
Oh well. The power's back on, at least.