When I woke up this morning and realized I had no power, I panicked. A little. Because I didnít really care if Iíd missed the start of the work day. But no, it was exactly 8:00 am, to the second. I woke up unaided at the very moment I needed to. Just one of those biorhythmic mysteries, I guess.
When I phoned the Boss to report the problem, he asked if I had a book to read. Since I didnít have heat or water along with electricity, I was glad I did have a book, that low-tech source of entertainment. Iím so glad theyíre not obsolete yet.
Thatís how I spent most of the day, sitting bundled up in the recliner, alternately reading and sleeping. Since even my garage door is electric, I couldnít get out, but I didnít want to ramble around in public without a shower anyway.
It was a long, dreary morning. The extra sleep didnít help me feel rested, just more sluggish than ever. Thatís a phenomenon I noticed when I was in retail, that the less busy you are during the day, the more exhausted you are at night.
At 1:22 pm, I heard the fax and scanner resetting themselves, and I thought the nightmare was ending. Then I started roaming through the house and discovered that entire rooms were still blacked out. No refrigerators were running, and there were no lights in the bathroom.
Even more mysteriously, some appliances plugged into the same surge protector as those that were working were nevertheless not working themselves. The VCR had come on, but the CD player wouldnít do anything. Worse, and yet another source of panic, the brand new receiver I just bought to replace the one fried in the brownout failed to respond.
Then at 1:29 pm, everything was suddenly working, even the receiver. I set the clocks, took a shower, and phoned the Boss, in that order. Everything seemed right with the world again, although I never did regain the energy I lost during the five and a half hours of isolation.