Last night gave us our first taste of what is yet to come. The first nor'easter of the season hit the coast with frightening ferocity. The house was buffeted with gusts up to 70 miles per hour and how she did creak and groan.
Early in the day, the weather was rainy and windy, so we stoked the wood stove and hunkered down for the long haul. I had the "cookies", so I spent much of the day in the kitchen baking 3 loaves of Cinnamon Raisin Oatmeal bread and a cooking down a huge batch of my annual apple butter.
I started another knitting project since I had finally finished H's long awaited Aran sweater.
The cats spent the day watching the birds flit to and from the feeder, but they eventually tired of that sport and pooped out for the remainder of the day.
Sluggo loves laying on his back in my reading chair
Spike had taken over my recliner, so I was relegated to the love seat.
By 1:30 a.m., H and I were both awakened by the howling wind and rain pelting viciously against the window panes, our thoughts wandering to the nearby trees and praying they were holding on to their precarious ledges with all their might. The generator was going full blast, which meant the power was out (there's a surprise). It was a long night. There are some really strange infomercials on TV in the middle of the night, but we won't go there. We read our latest novels from the library, trying to distract our minds from the occasional really good blast of wind hitting the house, while waiting for the local news to come on TV so we could assess what damage there might have been in the region. Daylight could not come soon enough.
Upon first pass of the driveway after the long awaited first glimmer of dawn, we only noticed one dead spruce down. Gratefully, everything seems to be in order
In addition to everything else, we had the time change to deal with. It is now 8 a.m. and I'm ready to take my first nap of the day. It's gonna be a looonnnnnggggggg day.