Three days under freezing...
Jan. 10th, 2007 06:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Yesterday we lost power from roughly noon to 1 am this morning, for those keeping score I think its PSE 7: Homeowners: 0. There's about an inch of snow sticking around at the moment, with more thunder & snow expected tonight and tomorrow. Gotta admit the cedars and rowan look great under a thin bit of snow. I'm also happy to report that unlike my beautiful glass witch ball (which was destroyed two storms back) my Yule gift from hubby of a stainless steel gazing ball is doing great. I've moved the ball and stand up against the house, which will keep it protected from all but the worst of the winds. I'm tempted to put it in the Temple for a bit, which is probably a bit more mischeviousness than I have good karma to take care of.
The buns are being moved indoors and will be in the master bathroom until the cold snap passes. I haven't been able to catch Jet yet, she keeps ducking under the weather tarp which is at approximately the heigh of my neck - you see the issue, eh? Word to the wise: Catching a black short-haired bun in the dark is an absolute pain in the ass.
Josh is prepping the bathroom; it looks like the CDC has set up shop in there. I'm almost afraid to ask how its going, which is why I'm safely esconced at my desk where I am out of range of his frustration. And duct tape. Gotta stay away from the duct tape. Wives with a big mouth and a sarcastic streak gotta stay under the radar when duct tape is on hand.
Picy goodness of disgruntled buns coming in my next post.
The buns are being moved indoors and will be in the master bathroom until the cold snap passes. I haven't been able to catch Jet yet, she keeps ducking under the weather tarp which is at approximately the heigh of my neck - you see the issue, eh? Word to the wise: Catching a black short-haired bun in the dark is an absolute pain in the ass.
Josh is prepping the bathroom; it looks like the CDC has set up shop in there. I'm almost afraid to ask how its going, which is why I'm safely esconced at my desk where I am out of range of his frustration. And duct tape. Gotta stay away from the duct tape. Wives with a big mouth and a sarcastic streak gotta stay under the radar when duct tape is on hand.
Picy goodness of disgruntled buns coming in my next post.