Where There's Smoke, There May Not Be Fire

Dear Diary,

This is not a good time to be sensitive to smell.  My house smells awful.  The smokey scent from an unknown source has permeated my whole house.  NO!  It was NOT my cooking!  I made an amazing dinner of turkey burgers in mushroom gravy and mashed cauliflower/apples on the side.  The odor came after we were done eating my very delicious dinner.  I could smell smoke, but assumed it was from the wood stoves burning in the neighborhood, since it is in the freaking 30s and 40s at night in California right now.  Then I noticed my dehumidifier was not working.  Then I noticed there was no power in the back half of our house.  Then I called to the hubby to go outside to flip the breaker . . .  too cold out there for me to do it.  Then I thought, "Hey, I'll open the garage door so I can communicate to my hubby about the status of the lights while he's flipping switches."  Then I saw smoke from the ceiling to the floor in my garage.  I couldn't see any fire, but I yelled to the household about the smoke and we called the fire guys.  What we got was four police cars, two giant fire trucks, and NO FIRE.  The fire guys couldn't find the source of the smoke, but agreed the smell was electrical.  The electrical company came and they say it isn't outside the house.  DUH!  If the problem was outside the house, the smoke wouldn't be inside.  Right!?!  Breaker switches must now be kept off until we get an electrician to come.  Meanwhile, I may never breathe normal again.  My house smells horrid.  Looks like I'll be having out-of-the-house adventures for the next few days just to get away from this smell.  By the way, my Christmas shopping is done and my mood ring is the darkest of dark blue.