And it's all good news--the house didn't lose power, the roof didn't cave in, and the furbabies are all fine. That's the short version of the story. But y'all know me well enough to know that I can't just leave it at that, so here's the rest...
|The Brave Little Toaster after|
being outside in the snow for 36 hours
|Wedged in the snow.|
|View from the front porch.|
Tree branches bent and broken.
|Poor little dogwood.|
My Adirondack chairs look like
fluffy armchairs today.
So, all in all, happy news. I don't have to be anywhere until Sunday night, so my plan until then is to stay inside my warm house. I'm thinking three days of watching movies, snuggling with the furbabies, and drinking plenty of hot chocolate. As Phil Robertson of Duck Dynasty would say, "Happy happy happy."