When we got home last night, there wasn’t any power. No lights, no heat, nothing. We went out with the dogs and a flashlight and checked our wires; we own all the wiring on our property and are responsible for all of it. The power company will only work on it up to the transformer […]

I hitched a ride to town this morning with Mr. Brett, because it’s icy and snowy and shitty out and planning to get worse, and as he surfed his giant V10 Dodge Ram down the various blacktop, we listened to comedy on his XM radio. Robin Williams! Bernie Mac! Dave Attel! Red Foxx! Right there […]

Brett came home from work around 10:30 today, and aside from stapling plastic over the two living room windows did nothing but sleep on the couch. I’d given him two little honey-do items (remove the air conditioner from the bedroom window, and move the old mattress into another room) and he did neither, bless him. […]

This morning when I came downstairs, Brett turned to me and said, “We need wood.” I turned groggily to look at the wheelbarrow, which was full of logs and kindling, and looked sleepily back at him. He smiled. “We don’t have enough to make it through the winter,” he explained. My brain shuddered into motion. […]

Dishes are done, laundry’s in, and dusting’s out of the way. Blazing fire in the woodstove. A frozen cheese pizza, a couch, and three episodes of Farscape on TiVO. Ah, happiness. ——–