I have power as of last night. Much rejoicing.
We had a storm last week. I live in a secluded pocket neighborhood and occasionally pay a price for the comfortable retreat.
When a big storm knocks out power, I'm tail-end-charlie on the restore list.
I've lived without reliable power for a large part of my life. When wind storms blew out the lines as a boy, I read. The ranch had television only rarely (I saw a very fuzzy _Camelot_ one Christmas and thought I could do without ever seeing it again). In town was different though the power went out with enough frequency that we had our own assigned flashlights.
I did fine this round though it is time to join the "generator club."
I'm toying with a story where young man is the night manager of a hotel and a woman walks in carrying an Uzi.
I published an earlier draft here which was derided for the confusion over language which was poorly chosen. I believe I have eliminated that little bit in the story now.
I need to finish what I am working on to work on something fun again: short story. Do you ever feel that way?
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