I was very relaxed until about a quarter of four when the electricity went out. Oh-oh, it was getting a bit dark and I thought having something for dinner is no problem except it won't end with hot coffee. But after dinner I'm in limbo because I cannot read by mere candle light. I can do a little writing in long hand -- but am so unaccustomed to doing that that about all I'd dare try to write would be a poem and I had not sense of a poem coming on. So I'd do some very slow tai chi and go to bed quite early. I was accustoming myself to that plan while being hopeful. Then hope was fulfilled about 4:30 when the electricity came back on. I did have hot coffee at the end of a warm dinner. And it's still on and I'm hoping for it to last. When I was in the post office yesterday as the snow was just beginning, the pleasant clerk said to me as I was leaving, "may power be with you." This wasn't about sci-fi.
Photo above is from last year. Perhaps tomorrow will be clear enough so I can take a walk in cliched "winter wonderland" and get some up to date photos. We'll see, for now, I'm going to get into cozy PJs and settle down with a throw over my lap and the current book in my hand. I know just where the candle and matches are and where the little flash light is too. Eventually both will be on the bedside table.
I wonder when they started naming blizzards. This one being called Juno it must have been nine storms again, unless they're suddenly very random or following the Roman pantheon instead of the alphabet.