It’s barely over forty degrees outside tonight and my furnace kicked on early this evening.  The dogs love this weather.  They’ve been total idiots for the last few days.  My bruises are proof of that.  With every wild romp around the yard or huckle butt in the house, I’m home base.  There’s nothing like having two 65 lb dogs land in your lap at the same time.

     The trees have begun to dress themselves in their fall finery, and at this rate, I’ll soon have to start raking the yard.  That means another bout of insanity with the dogs.  They are worse than kids are or I am when it comes to jumping into leaf piles.  Gavin and Patty beat me to them every time.

     We had such a wet summer we didn’t get to enjoy sitting outside in the evenings as often as we would have liked.  I’d sit outside now if I could do so comfortably.  But baby, it’s cold outside and I miss summer already.

     So there I was working away on my book when a loud BANG shook the house.  It sounded as if a mortar had gone off in our driveway.  After I peeled myself from the ceiling, I cussed a bit because with the BANG, the power went out.  I looked at my computer monitor’s black screen, shrugged, and thought, “so much for writing.” 

     It was a few minutes before five and the dogs were hungry.  So was I.  Oh, great.  At least they could eat I don’t have to cook their food.  I fed the dogs while Dear Hubby called the power company—we were the 28^th call in the few minutes after the BANG.  DH lit all the kerosene lamps.  I went out to talk to the neighbors who were gathering out on the sidewalks.  We all tried to figure out what had exploded.

     I saw G come home and went over to her house.  SHE HAD POWER.  First thing I said to her when she came to the door was “KMA, woman!  You have power.”  She laughed.  They always seem to have power when ours goes out.  They are less than a half block away from us but they are on another line.  However, I got the last laugh.  She was cooking their dinner.  Dear Hubby was ordering pizza.