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My earlier positive mood has evaporated. Sometimes I think that I only have so much good mood in me per day, and once it’s used up, well, it’s used up. It is the first day with power. The first day of being deliciously warm. I’m still wearing a sweater over my t-shirt, and have for most of the day. It’s as if the chill has sunk into m’ bones. I’d forgotten what it felt like to be truly cold. That unrelenting cold that comes from day after day of not being quite warm enough. It wears at your mind, your body, your emotions. You can build up a tolerance to it, but it is a shock to the system.
I’ll leave you with someone else’s words, a poem that ran through my mind in the days without power.

2. Fire and Ice
(From Harper’s Magazine, December 1920.)
SOME say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Robert Frost (1874-1963). Miscellaneous Poems to 1920.