Believe it or not, a three-hour power outage on a Monday morning has its good points. Overall itís not the way Iíd choose to start the week (or the month), but if it had to happen, why not on the first work day after the time change? Iím going to be worthless by noon anyway.
With all this extra morning light, I startled myself awake and saw that the digital readout on the clock radio was blank. As far as I knew, it might already be noon. I sprang out of bed and dialed the Time Lady, who said it was 6:57 am. (Oh. So it only felt like noon.) Then I called the utility company to see what was up.
The PG&E recording informed me that they were aware of my outage, and that they expected power to be restored to ďmost customersĒ in the area within one to four hours after the problem had been reported at 6:22 am. I went back to bed for a while, but I was restless and worried and edgy. Not twitchy, though.
Itís not all good. That big pot of coffee I was going to make tempted and tortured me as I tried to get things going. But without power Iím also without heat and running water, so there isnít much to be done other than pull a blanket around me and wait for a chance to take a hot shower. I finished the book Iíve been reading, so it wasnít time wasted. Not as far as Iím concerned, anyway.