We've had a cold front blow in, and it's just downright chilly outside. According to my dad's favorite weather site, it's supposed to get down to 15 degrees this week (which is too cold for me to figure out how to convert that to Celsius). The predictions of snow never materialized; instead just plenty of freezing sunshine.
Early this morning, either because of the cold or some strong gusts of wind, we lost power for about 45 minutes. I've been sufficiently trained by Hollywood to believe that when the power goes out in the middle of the night then a psychopathic killer is getting ready to burst into my house.
I think moving away from suburbia could be bad for my blood pressure.
(Although no power-outage story can rival that of the time I was in college, and our entire campus lost power one dark and stormy night, and then we were told not to wander around campus because one of our friendly neighbors--from the prison across the street--had that day decided to escape his life behind bars. Oh the drama!)
Fortunately, the power came back and then just after 7:30 the sun came up, so all was well.
My imagination needs to remember that the next time the power goes out.