C-c-c-Craaacck Whoomp!

That's the sound we listened to all Tuesday night. It's a sickening, surreal sound. The phone rings at three in the morning. It's Abby calling to tell us her power is knocked out.

Morning came after a sleepless night and I wandered outside. I'm surprized the newspaper is in the box. All the trees are bowing down in supplication to mother nature. There's a terrible beauty to the whole scene. The back of our home looks to be under a game of pick-up-sticks in progress. There's a huge branch resting against the power line to our house. The cable line is completely knocked loose. We have power but no phone, internet, or TV.

My neighbor comes out to talk. The whole time we can hear the c-c-c-crack whoomp! throughout the neighborhood. Our front yard looks like it's covered with a thick coat of fondant icing. A little later it starts snowing so hard it becomes a white out.

Our Governor declared Kentucky federal disaster area because "Lost" is on tonight and there are many, like us, that will be unable to see it. I go out and buy a digital antenna and hook it up to the TV. I'll try and get reimbursed for this cost by the federal government. I don't think it's unreasonable to tack forty dollars onto the 825 billion in economic stimulus appropriations now on it's way to the Senate.