I had just gone to bed when the lightning storm started around one last night. I got up to watch it, knowing I’d never be able to get to sleep anyway with all the wind and thunder. As I pulled the curtain away from the window, lightning struck and the power went out.<\/p>\n
Oh well, I thought. I was going to bed anyway. Who cares about electricity?<\/p>\n
And then I realized that the air conditioner had stopped too. <\/p>\n
Damn. Not tonight.<\/p>\n
I did a silent prayer to the god of fresh air. Please please please. I can’t sleep in the heat. And it’s hot as hell. Please please please.<\/p>\n
The god of fresh air speaks in mysterious ways. I got an answer in the form of electronic beeps, the stressful kind you get when the batteries are about to go out on your gadgets.<\/p>\n
It’s a bit scary, you know. Weird beeps in the dark. Like there’s a bomb somewhere in the house but Jack Bauer is never going to be able to find it because:
\n1. he won’t have enough time
\n2. it’s freakin dark in here<\/p>\n
It was so dark that I couldn’t even see my cat. He’s a very black cat, you see.<\/p>\n
Kitty? You still here?<\/p>\n
Kitty?<\/p>\n
THUMP…<\/p>\n
Jack? Is that you?<\/p>\n
MEEEOOOWWWW!<\/p>\n
Shit! Sorry kitty!<\/p>\n
Then the power came back and all the clocks, VCRs and cordless phones started blinking like crazy, doing their naggy « we got power » dance.<\/p>\n
But the lights kept flickering, threatening to go out again. <\/p>\n
I ran to Blork’s bedstand, knowing that my always-ready-for-a-catastrophe man would have what I needed.<\/p>\n
Yep. There it was. One of the dozens of flashlights that my beau has hidden in drawers around the house (because you never know where you’re going to be when you’ll need a flashlight). I also grabbed the phone and put it by the bedstand. I jumped under the cover. The kitty joined me in bed but turned his back to me, still mad that I stepped on his tail.<\/p>\n
Flashlight. Phone. Pj pants by the foot of the bed in case I need to evacuate quickly, should a tree fall on the house. A fridge full of food just in case somebody decides to bomb us for no reason (hey, it happens these days). I was armed and ready. My beau would be proud of me. <\/p>\n
If only he were here.<\/p>\n
Sigh…<\/p>\n
I’m a big girl. I’ve lived on my own before. <\/p>\n
But why does the power have to go out every time he’s out of town?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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