Who Turned Out The Lights?

It's shocking how much we depend on electricity. I take it for granted, that when I flip the switch, the lights come on. Or that my oven will start heating up with a twist of the dial. Or that hot air will blow out of our heating ducts thanks to a hard working furnace.

A few days ago we lost power for a little bit.

Maybe an hour.

It's the end of the world! No joke, some people at the office ventured this theory. Jesus is coming back! Also, not joking, a real theory spoken yesterday. Hmm. I said I was hoping that if it was Jesus, he would take us in an instant, not make us sit around in the dark wondering if we were just the ones left behind.....

Since I had nothing to do at the office without power, and I really wanted to use the bathroom without the aid of a flashlight, I drove home.

And even though I knew we were without power, I still flipped the switch when I walked into the bathroom!

I felt better when my daughter ran in from school and did the exact same thing. Turns out flashlights were also being offered for restroom visits, and she opted to wait.

I was glad for the sunshine, so we could see, but it was odd to think no radio, no tv, no computer, no phone, no idea what to do.

I kid. I had elaborate plans to settle myself in a comfy couch and read a good book until the sunshine faded to dusk.

Then the power came back on.

Back to the old grind of checking email, watching TV and working my fingers to the bone on bazaar projects.....

Maybe the day after the bazaar is done, I'll pretend we lost power. No noise, just me, a cup of coffee (or three) and a good book.

Sounds like a plan.