The blizzard of Feb 10 2010 dumped about 17 inches of snow in the Carpenters woods section of Mt Airy.
Everywhere, trees groaned under so much weight. Every single limb, branch and needle held a heaping pile of white. The privet hedge between us and the neighbor's split to either direction, covering our cars.
We lost power at 615 pm just as Megan was settling in for tmz.
We lit candles, getting chillier and talking to ourselves and to normal.
We wondered if Tess and her band of psychics was right. Did this major snowstorm knock power out to the entire eastern seaboard? Were people about to enter a survival mode, having to fend off thieves and zombies for days, then weeks, then months? Were we about to learn a harsh lesson about the fragile, dilapidated state of our country's power grid?
I could hear my mother in law now: "I told you so, Arthur." She was one of the fortunate few who knew about this upcoming armageddon. They were smart enough to stock up on incense and magic crystals.
Just then the lights flicked on, the house buzzed to life, the TV turned on, and there was Michael Scott.
Perfect, let's crank up the heat and waste time on the interweb.