A tree came down because of last night's wind, falling across our street, knocking out power lines.
A fire truck came to do...something. They parked right in front of our house, turned on every single red light they had and then raised the enormous, bright as day, spotlight. Our whole house was lit up - the bedroom glowing red, blinking on/off, on/off, on/off. I turned away from the window, pulled the covers up to my ears and just as I was beginning to doze off, someone hit the siren. Twice.
I woke to a cold house, no coffee and the fastest shower in human history. Gooseflesh and chattering teeth might be better than caffeine.
I'm now at the library, even though I don't have to work until this afternoon. At least it's warm here.
No electricity, no sleep - no power.