I'm ready to just shoot myself.
Transformer blew, the neighbors told me. Happened while I was at work. We just had a wicked downpour and the transformer blew up. Smoking. I came home and the dogs are terrified. They can't stop panting. I'm trying to calm them down as the parrot is shrieking. I'm about to lose my damn mind.
The only good news is I THINK the patchwork DH did on the roof is holding up. I don't see a leak.
The irony is, we gave away our generator to friends who didn't have power yet. So here we are, powerless, no generator.
That will teach us for being nice.