So I'm sitting here in my dark house answering a confused elder's thousandth inquiry about why the bathroom light is broken. "Power's out, Dad! Toilet still works. Use it!"
As irony would have it, last night I was sleeping peacefully ON MY SIDE for three hours when something outside banged loudly and that side of the house shook. Said Mr. Shoes, "Should I go downstairs?" You mean find out what it was?
Though he did not solve that mystery, he did see fire trucks down the street, so something happened, just not to us. My sleep on my side disrupted, I could not find my sweet spot again and after an hour was back on the Lounge Doctor. Any sleep is better than none.
This morning at 5, the power went out. Shaved and bathed to the color-changing light of romantic faux candles. Kind of kinky. Might do it again.
Took a very early walk (yay for working knees!) in first daylight to see if I could find out what had happened and ran into a neighbor who explained it was her tree. It had fallen. Power company had turned off the juice to work on removing the tree and repairing downed line. So no power for six hours or so. Lots of very big trucks, including an industrial sized wood chipper, in front of my house.
While I deal with the confused elder, who wants to replace light bulbs, I at least can do a little work or maybe get some reading done. Or just hang out here.
