It's New England. What did we expect

I'm as happy as anyone talking about the weather so I haven't shut up for three days. It seemed that we didn't have any weather for three weeks but only the foolish would think that Spring was going to arrive early. My feeling is that it was all being held back for a delivery with bigger impact. Why would we care if the wind was blowing at 10 mph for several days? Collect 6 or so days of that and clump them together you can make the wind blow 60 or 70 mph for a day or so. Much more impressive.
I fell asleep Thursday night with the sound of the Montreal Express roaring through my head and awoke with the sound of the generator having come on. While I'm very grateful for an automatic generator I'm unable to sleep while it's running. My heart and blood pressure seem to want to match it's frantic pace and I just keep telling myself that "it's saving the house, it's saving the house". Suddenly, the power came back on and I felt that I'd dodged a bullet only to be powerless a few minutes later.
In spite of a sleepless night it was a relief to go to work in the morning. We all shared our war stories while yawning and were all grateful to be going home to power of some sort. I was still on generator power until Friday evening. Less than 24 hours this year compared to three days last year.
Wednesday, before all this started, I was signed up to take a Zentangle class at Wingdoodle in Warner. I had taken the day off and was looking forward to doing something creative. Life had other plans as the class was cancelled. I went to Wingdoodle anyhow and bought the Zentangle kit and decided to home school myself. I've done a couple and am fascinated by the process and will be sharing more about this as I get on with it. I will be taking an advanced class in March so must keep practicing.