Hooray -- power back at my house as of 2:15 p.m. The bad news is that the meat in the freezer was thawed, so I'll have to start over, empty out the fridge and the freezer -- and don't bring up home owners insurance; I have a $1,000 deductible.
One last follow-up. I forgot to mention that I got deep into a book as a way to take my mind off the heat (and a real book, since recharging the e-readers was problematic). It occurs to me I could have chosen better. I'm now about 300 pages into Stephen King's epic 1,000-page "Under the Dome." It's about a small New England town that becomes inexplicably encased in that title device, cut off from the outside world, dependent upon whatever they already had available. Spooky parallel, eh?
Good read, by the way. King forgoes his usual 30-page philosophical ramblings and just gets on with the story, which is, as they used to say, a rip-roaring one. At times, it almost seems like a Dean Koonts effort. (Storry, Steve!)
