Mrs. HM's rage is simmering like a pot of chili on the stove. Which I just happen to have cooking right now, due to four days of single digit, -20 wind chill weather rolling in last night. Dangerous cold. With 9-12 inches of snow in Hillmomba's forecast.
Farmer H DID bring in the packs of soda from T-Hoe's rear last night. But said he'll still be getting out and about. That he'll be fine going to his SUS2.5. And that I'll be fine here.
"HM. We have gas. We have a generator."
"But will it start?"
"Yes, HM."
"So you got a battery for it?"
"No. But I can jump it with the car."
"YOU'VE HAD SIX WEEKS TO GET A BATTERY! Since the last time when it didn't work."
"I've been busy, HM."
"What's the point of having a generator if it won't start?"
"It WILL start, if I jump it with the car battery."
Which took over a half hour last time, if I remember correctly. And I can't imagine Farmer H standing outside dealing with it at -20 degrees. He should have gone out that week and bought a new battery. And this storm has been in the forecast for five days. During which I've been telling Farmer H to make sure we have gas to run the generator. Assuming that the battery had been replaced.
Can you feel the simmer? It might be the only thing keeping me warm.
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