With upwards of six feet of snow hammering the Trout Underground/Man Cave World Headquarters in under three days, it's little surprise the power's been out for two - and is forecast to remain off into the weekend.
The new wood-stove insert is keeping the family room warm, but since we're on a well, water's scarce, and with Little M's cold turning into a fever last night, the L&&T grabbed the World's Cutest Undergrounder and lit out for relatives in the Bay Area - where heat, water, food and medical care are available.
I won't suggest I - as a new parent - freaked out or anything. Let's just say I was "hysterically concerned."
And while the Underground's spacious grounds are littered with dead trees, dead tree limbs and other carnage, the real Pain In The Ass barrier involves the failure of Satan's Snowblower on day one.
(me: "Well played, demon spawn")
(satan's snowblower: "And the winter is still young, my young victim.")
I'm writing this from Raine's house in Dunsmuir (that smug bastard with his power and heat and hot food...), and the lights are flickering, so I'd better get this posted and go.
That's not to say I can get it done quickly; with the snowblower dead and snow falling like it was freakin' Siberia, I've invested upwards of 4.5 hours/day shoveling snow the last three days.
In other words, the Underground tiny little Tyrannosaurus Rex writer's arms are in fact little rubber bands.
See you when the power's back on, Tom Chandler.