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In 2011, an unexpected snowstorm in October knocked out power to much of Connecticut, including my home. Because the temperatures were barely below freezing, the snow was heavy and wet, taking down wires and branches across the state. Fortunately, it didn’t take long before the roads were clear so that those of us without power could drive to places that had luxuries like electricity and the ability to flush.
During the week when my house was without power, I routinely packed up my laptop and files each day and worked in the library at the law school. At the end of the workday, though, I returned to a cold, dark house. My fireplace threw very little heat, which meant that I spent my evenings wrapped in sweaters and blankets as I read Jane Austen by candlelight, which seemed fitting.
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P. Jo Anne Burgh 