We finally were able to turn on the lights. And plug in the saw, and refrigerator, and the pellet stove, and our iPhones, and, and and. We brought up some Rosé Cava to celebrate and went outside to just gaze at the lightbulbs inside like it was a space shuttle taking off or something.
It takes hours to heat up the house with the pellet stove when we first arrive, so Bunker is invariably under the covers looking at us like we're dicks for the first few hours. When it finally warms up he likes to get rowdy and confront me in the middle of the room. Let's go papa! Let's go!
