Last night we had a malor-league windstorm. i mean, i opened the door at about 8:30 PM dressed to finish my walk, and was greeted by a noise like a freight train. The biblical ”mighty rushing wind”.. i didnt go, and while i hate to be a wimp, that was no more than prudent. Huge, still-green pines and other skyscraper trees were down across our lane this morning. My BMD and our new factotum spent all day clearing them.
No cable TV this morning, no Alexa-generated music this afternoon. Our landlines are out. No, the slender thread I’m yanking to find out that Bygone has agreed to ban Russian oil, and to speak here with you, my dear interlocutors, is ”LTE”. It’s the reason my IPad, alone of all its ilk, is working.
We do still have electricity, thank god, because without that the furnace wont work. and we expect snow tonight. But communications are knocked out.
Still, i feel confident that it will all come back at any moment.
Imagine how we would feel if we knew the failure was the result of an enemy cyber attack.
Dear readers, join me in praying—or hoping, willing, whatever you think may be efficacious—that we are not about to find out.