So last night, my (current) hometown suffered through a terrible ice-storm. I had great difficulty falling asleep, as I listened to trees and sheets of ice fall all around the house. It was rather frightful, to be honest.
When I did sleep, I had a horrible nightmare about … you guessed it … a terrible ice-storm! I even dreamed that an aeroplane (yes, that’s the British spelling, I’ve decided to be more British in my affectation) crash-landed in my living room.
Naturally, we were without power and heat for the whole night and into the morning.
Still are, as far as I know.
Here are some pictures of the devastation:
#1. Behind the house. A gigantic tree limb shattered part of the deck.
#2. Looking down one part of the street:
#3. Looking down another part of the street:
#4. The house across the street:
Both I and one of my roommates had the option to go to our mother’s house. My poor landlord — a very excellent bloke (another British affection there) — had to go to a hotel!