Well, my power went out last night right before midnight. The night before it was my father’s. I was just about to go to bed. The transformer at the end of the street just basically exploded. I heard a loud boom as the lights blinked out and I walked out into the yard with a flashlight. The transformer was putting on quite a show as it was arching and sparks were flying everywhere. Soon, several of my neighbors emerged from inside their homes to see what was going on as well.
I have electric/gas heat and luckily and also thankfully Charlie had well insulated all the walls of this house before I moved in. I woke this morning to the power being returned and the thermostat had only dipped down to 68° degrees – comfortable sleeping temperatures under a warm comforter. That heat sure felt good as I set it on 75° degrees and the house warmed back up, though.
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