. . . it’s a motherphuckin other. So says Snoop Dogg.
Not that I’m about to start complaining or anything, dear reader: the power came back on this morning (Tuesday) at 6:15AM. I got home last night, turned the stove up to 500 and left the door open while I cooked dinner on the range and lit about a dozen candles throughout my place (whilst wearing my headlamp). Then I read by candlelight for a couple of hours and headed off to bed.
I didn’t make it to work until about 10:30 this morning, partly because of all the traffic detours and partly because I didn’t get out of bed until ten after nine.
My computer was all kinds of effed up when I finally booted it up this evening: had to do a system restore to get it back online, and now it’s running slow as sh*t. I’m still not complaining, though, because it’s working now and my bed is currently pre-heating.
So yeah, that’s it for now. I’m sure I’ve been thinking about stuff, but right now I’m not really able to bring any of that to mind. I’m too much in a forward-looking mental state, so a 180 just isn’t possible at this moment. Either that, or it would be too painful. Whatever. I’m going to bed. I need to make it to work on time at some point this week, so why not tomorrow?