Yesterday turned to be a complete bust as promptly at 7:45 AM, our electric power went out. After the usual paranoia about paying the bill, I realized it was too early for even the electric powers to be to be shutting it off.
Since my partner Liz is still very much a working woman, she gets up before me to have her morning coffee, take care of the animals (except me) and get her morning meditations done before clocking into work as she works from home.
As I turned over and noticed all the power was off, Liz met me at the steps to the bedroom to tell me the energy company had robo called her and said the power would be restored in approximately two hours. Approximately was the key term as it was nearly twelve hours before our electric was restored.
We live in an all electric home, so everything ground to a halt. Including our heat.
Heat wasn’t so much of a problem to me because it isn’t that cold and I could but on an extra sweater. What really bugged me was not having a television. I was forced to spend extra time faced with only me. I am my own worst best friend always overthinking every situation which causes me extreme anxiety at times. To counteract part of my destructive thought processes, I even sleep with the television on. The harmless shows on the “Hallmark Channel” always seem to do the trick and I can quickly fall asleep. I truly get panicky inside if I have to think of sleeping without noise. Fortunately, Liz has learned to live with my quirky behavior.
The whole day of facing myself stressed me so bad I still couldn’t sleep when I went to bed, television or not. I finally fell asleep approximately four thirty in the morning. It’s barely 10:30 AM now, so that is my excuse for this rambling post.
As with any negative situation, there is usually something positive which comes from it. The good thing that happened was I found I was going to get an extra night out because we had no way to cook dinner. The trick was to put what ever small amount I wear anymore on by flashlight. The whole process turned out to be surprisingly easy. In fact, I thought of many cheap shots to use when describing my makeup which I won’t use. The good part was I was riding a wave of confidence because when we went out to vote on Tuesday, the lady who checked me in called me mam. That’s always reassuring even though I have never experienced any problems when I have gone to vote.
The only problem we possibly experienced at dinner was one older woman who couldn’t seem to not wanting to stop and stare at Liz and I as she was leaving. It was so bad even Liz noticed which is rare. Normally I always do before she does. It’s possible also, since Liz and I were sitting together across from her son, the woman thought we were lesbians which is a whole other story.
All in all the power was on when we returned home and life returned to what passes for normal around here. With or without sleep.