power. They were trimming the trees on my block today and a branch
fell and hit the transformer. I lit our fireplace candlabra and a
bunch of other tealights. This might be romantic if we didn't have
major exams over the next few days. Glen, fresh off night float, is
taking advantage of the near darkness by stealing a nap... disrupted
only by the gentle noises of giant machines eating huge tree trunks
and the soothing flashing orange lights of the PECO truck parked right
outside. Power outages really make me wish we didn't have an electric
stove.
Grumble grumble.
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