Woke up bright and early about 6:00 a.m. after a rough night. Tossing and turning, and really nothing to worry or kvetch over - just waking up and thinking "I need to roll THAT way ->" every 1/2 hour or so. Meh. Anyhow, maybe *I* was bright, but the world was not. It was dark, and thundery. Except for breif explosions of light, followed shortly thereafter by more thunderys.
Sooooo, I got up, took the shower, wrapped up in my robe and took my glucose reading... and the lights went out.
And the fans.
And the computer.
IT WASN'T ME!!!
Bah. Power failure. Lovely.
So, I fumbled around on the dressertop for like 5 minutes until I finally located the small package of matches, and lit a candle. Dressing by candlelight - not precisely romantic, although it is a bit "Little House on the Prairie-ish". Amazingly enough, I did not put on my clothing backwards or inside out. Yay me.
Since I knew the power had failed at about 6:15, I finished up the morning chores (except for hair-drying, which was going to have to be au-natural), and decided that since it was a bad idea to open the fridge, what with the heat in the house and the no-power thingy, I would take myself out for breakfast.
So I had a lovely breakfast, lots of coffee, and I didn't have to do dishes!! And got to work actually just a smidge early - which was nice.