It can go home. I was enjoying the bleak barren wasteland of brown.
Today I had an appointment in Ann Arbor to get my new Duratracs put on my new Chinesium wheels. It took me an hour to get there because Washtenaw County can't afford plow trucks and even though I stayed off I94, every two miles there was a Lezbaru in the ditch and I was trapped behind qtips driving in multiple Cayennes. It took them an hour to get the tires balanced because Goodyear's machines went on the fritz. Should have been a fifteen minute job because I brought bare clean wheels and 4 new TPMS. Then I find out one of my wheels has more runout than I expected (cheap chinese shit) and is the only one I didn't check.
I drive home, which took 75 minutes (for a 22 minute drive) because the idiots that went in the ditch the first time forgot to give out the cluepons to their pals on how not to aim for the slush. I get home, and I'm washing the slush off my truck (I have an outdoor spigot with hot water) so I can get it inside and swap tires/wheels... and the fucking power goes out. I walk into town to check fuses, none are blown. So I look and see a bunch of people are out further in and figured it was the recloser. Found out nope, there is a line down in town burning someone's bushes. So we're going to be without power a while.
I expect by the time it does come on, we'll lose power again because there is nothing burning all the wet trees off the primary that comes down our road.