If It Ain’t One Thing

. . . 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?