This morning, I awoke in the dark hearing the sounds of large trucks encircling my block. Concerned, I got up to find that the power was out in the house. I went to the window and saw the now-familiar sight of a fire engine with a roving searchlight looking at power lines. Old North St. Louis was pitch dark as far as the eye could see; in fact, the only lights I could see were headlights and the downtown skyline.
The outage lasted for over two hours -- pretty short nowadays. Oddly, I had a strong intuition that a power outage was coming. On Thursday night, all of the street lights in my part of the neighborhood were out through the night. Over the weekend, a friend mentioned the stress of the previous outages.
An occasional blackout like this is not outrageous, but in light of the events of last year and Ameren's supposed stepped-up maintenance program and desire for a rate increase, a little disconcerting. There is no lesson or theory at work here -- just concern.