Bzzzzztt!

The Sparks Fly: So all this week I've been poo-pooing the upcoming storm right? Saying how we're overreacting, how we're way to far inland for a hurricane to do anything, how we're getting too wimpy, shutting down schools and governments and public transport just because there's a chance of high winds and rain. So I guess I had it coming. Last night a power line broke across the street, as we were watching through the glass front door. The line fell on the ground, arcing and sparking and sounding like God's own bug-zapper. Five times it buzzed and arced, the power cut out for ten seconds, and then it started again. After the fifth time, the lights stayed out. To add insult to injury, I'm out this morning walking our dog-share, and there's a TV crew from channel 9, asking me how it felt. I was no mood to be on live TV.