Greetings from storm central. We have a handful of trees which apparently contain an infinite number of branches that enjoy crashing to the ground when coated in ice. As if that wasn't unfortunate enough, said branches have a number of happy wires frolicking beneath them. These wires are solely responsible for furnishing this home with all the yummy goodness that comes from electricity.
And so, if I'm silent for a while, it's probably because I'm busy cursing at fallen branches while trying to avoid the sparks emanating from the fallen life (or at least power)-givers.
*Inspired by I CAN HAS CHEEZ BURGER