The west end of Toronto had a very happy night.
And by 'happy', I mean "holy shit it's cold and dark- who's touching me?! I can't see you!"
Nuthin' like an ENTIRE NIGHT of power failure (and no heat) in these waaay below freezing temps. Black. Out.
We were in the middle of watching a movie, and then everything clicked off. We waited a minute. Then another minute. Then finally found the flashlight and lit every candle I could get to.
By the time we went to bed, Craig said "We'll be ok. It'll come back on in an hour or two."
Hours later, power's still out. And it's getting colder and colder.
Oddly enough, I kept having dreams that the power came on. I'd wake up, whip off the blanket and prepare myself for our normal overheated bedroom. But no.
Craig's pretty sick right now, with a horrible cough that I'm worried about. Needless to say, this did NOT help in any way.
Around 8 this morning, it finally came back on.
But until this whole damn house warms up, I refuse to take off my toque.
Oh, heat. How I love you.