At 6 a.m. yesterday, a transformer blew on my block, and it was so loud it propelled Ricky and me out of our beds. And for the second day in a week, we were without power. But this time had some casualties, thanks to a massive power surge: my DVR and two surge strips – one that had it’s on/off switch blown right off of it. (Good to know they took the bullet, and not my TV.)
Also terrific: I lost everything I had recorded on that DVR. So if you need me today, I’ll be rage-eating leftover Halloween candy.