I called into my supervisor, told him what happened, and that it will be a few minutes getting back while I checked everything out. Just as I was on the phone with him, the power went totally out in the house. This is actually a rarity here, and I can't even remember the last time we lost power for any length of time.
Grabbing my flashlight, I went through the house and disconnected some electronics, lest things fry when the power comes back. The violence outside continued, and at one point there was a lightning strike really close to the house. I mean like so close, the windows moved in and out. As long as it didn't hit the house, I was happy. (See here.) I went into the basement after about half an hour, checked the sump pump, made sure no water was leeching into the basement, and settled in.
We pulled out the candles, (Mrs. N. came home a short while later.) and as we sat around in the dim light, I thought, "So, this is what it was like during the Revolution." ( I had just watched the HBO series "John Adams" about 2 weeks ago.) Trying to read a magazine via candlelight was an interesting experience. We curled up on the couch, she was exhausted, and fell asleep in short order.I however, was still awake, as I normally work from 9 pm-3 am. I honestly didn't mind the unintended night off, though I will need to make up the hours during the week. (Not hard to do, really.) On the upside, I actually got a good night's sleep, as I crashed around midnight.
Now we had some other storms earlier that day, and though violent, they did leave a present in their wake:
I am taking this as a good omen. Hmm...Maybe getting a little break from work last night was the start? Hmm...
