I can't sleep

The snow has been blowing in, steady, since yesterday. Every time I let the dogs out, their footprints from the last trip out are gone and the snow is higher. I can't sleep, not knowing if the power is going to stay on, whether I'll be going to work in the morning. I want the power to stay on. I want to go to work. I have benefit days, so I won't lose by staying home, but I want the power to stay on. It gets so bitter cold with it off. And it's supposed to go to single digits and below over the next day or so.

Rob wants me to come over to his house if the power goes. I don't want to. I don't want to leave me home, my books, my things, my way of doing. It's so hard being in someone else's home. And it would be hard, taking the dogs and birds over there. I would really hate it a lot.

If I hate a fireplace, it wouldn't be so difficult. I could lay in a supply of wood and wait it out. Then I wouldn't worry. I want a place of my own, with a fireplace, or a woodstove. Not to be such a slave to the whims of the electric company, the gas company, nature, God.