In the Belly of the Snowbeast

Here's the thing, I was lying in bed in the predawn hours listening to the blustery wind howling and blowing snow around and feeling for all the world like a pioneer woman out on the prairie with just her shotgun, a hound dog and a cooking pot when I realized I would have made a lousy pioneer woman after I prayed, "Please God, don't
let the power go out." Then I opened my eyes and basked in the comfort of the alien abduction ambience of the street light and my neighbor's bazillion watt securi...