Excuses, excuses...

The power's been out at my house since the big storm Wednesday night. (No, not Katrina or Rita.) It's been a little tough to get online.

The local squirrels are bunking the refugees from all the trees that are down and can't be enticed to join my power generation work-team. I haven't noticed that crime is up in their community, though they do get up in arms (metaphorically speaking) whenever the cat gets out. The cat and I, however, being both terrible speciesists (unless we need something from them), tend to ignore their protests.

The power is on for the local businesses, and the neighbors across the street. We apparently haven't passed the screening for suitability for power restoration yet. We don't know what they're looking for. The meth-house is on that side.

Well, the water works and the waterheater's gas, with a piezo-electric igniter, so at least we smell okay. (I suppose that facilitates the screeners' cavity searches.)