The big storm came through Friday and into the wee hours Saturday, leaving about 15-18 inches of snow. It would have been just another snowstorm, just a minor inconvenience, except that we lost power from 6:30 PM Friday through 10:30 PM Sunday- 52 hours. Our good luck had run out- we never lost power in the Flood of 2010, Tropical Storm Irene or the Halloween Blizzard in 2011, or Tropical Storm Sandy just last October, when so many others lost power for days and even weeks.
Everything in our house- water, heat, lights, toilets- depend on electricity, so things were primitive. The lowest indoor temp fell to a shiver-inducing 38 degrees. D and I were dressed for the outdoors inside, and I felt like Auntie Wainwright in my layers and fingerless gloves. Our usually comfy Temperpedic mattress was hard as a rock until our body temp softened it up, as we lay under piles of blankets with a warmth-seeking, bed-hogging cat. I have an even greater appreciation now for the shoeless, ragged soldiers at Valley Forge in the bitter winter of 1777-78.
Fortunately, Kate lives nearby and never lost power, so Sunday morning we went there to shower, and then our friends Barbara and Eric had us over for a delicious breakfast. We were invited to stay there, but we decided to tough it out with Cow. I was overjoyed when that night the detector sounded to let us know the power was back on!