A major storm hit the Pacific NorthWet late Thursday, and we have been without power ever since. Five long nights and five even longer days. It is so cold in our house that DH is allowing the dogs to come upstairs where we are all huddling by the heat of the gas fireplace in the evenings.
When you are without power, and heat, and decent light, you get a kick out of the strangest things. Last night it was the Dance of the Pillow, whereby the lab licked and rolled on my eldest son until he curled up in a fit of dog slobber, and the lab gained control of the pillow. DS slept hidden in his sleeping bag.
I am blogging from the Tully's at the bottom of the hill, which finally has power today. Maybe we will be next?
Please send warm, electric thoughts our way.