Please note: this is not my whine-hole talking. I'm just relating.
Here is what I looked like last night. The electrician's quote of one hour without power extended to three or so. I had worked in Antlandia by candlelight until the sun went down and my little dead heater went stone cold and my iPod, which had been playing the Librivox version of Pollyanna, died.
I didn't feel like leaving and spending money anywhere and truly believed the power would come back on at any moment, so we tried playing the glad game and thinking quietly which is free. Our house is naturally cave like so it is VERY dark without any light. And no heat -- Logan and I snuggled in bed for probably an hour and tried to be glad or have deep thoughts. Bebop must have been at the neighbor's drinking gin and watching tv in his underwear. Rotten bastard.
One Glad Game gladness: I'm glad the ants that are plaguing me are not the ants from the latest Indiana Jones movie that can carry off a human being or climb on each other and reach into trees.
Second Glad Game gladness: How much I LOVE ELECTRICITY! Might go rent the Electric Company today or keep all the lights on and the heat up and all appliances on.
Only Deep Thought: While the power was off one thing Logan and I were both surprised by (here comes a telling indicator of my contractor skills) is that the toilet still flushes without power. If you can find the toilet in the dark -- it still works -- isn't that great?
Not sure why I thought it was powered by electricity, but it is hard to believe a little handle can create such a great whoosh of water. A plumber I will never be. Off to see what a painting made by candlelight looks like!