If only it rolled

I keep hearing about rolling blackouts. When I got home, there was a blackout, all right - only it stayed for a good six hours. No traffic lights, no anything. The power had been out long enough before then for my laptop to get down to less than 2% of a charge. The temperature outside was 111F; inside it was 92F.

When Roommate got home, he found me sprawled out and reading in the dying daylight. We went out for Thai food — beyond the perimeter of the blackout, of course, it was only a couple of blocks wide — and stuffed ourselves on fresh naan bread, chicken curry, samosas and all sorts of other wonderful things. Then we bought bags of ice to take home to stuff in the refrigerator.

By 10:30, we had the windows open and were trying to get the inside temp to shave off a few degrees. It got to 95F and the fish tank was in danger of becoming a bowl of poached fish. The cats were doing great imitations of carpets. So was I. And then, in a gush of hot air followed by flowing currents of cold, and the flicker of clocks and aquarium light and several other lights, and the sudden hum of the refrigerator, the power came back. And from outside I heard people shouting ‘yaaaaaay!’ And pretty soon, we had everything back to normal. We fell asleep around 11:30.

And then the random fax machine that leaves beeping on our machine every so often woke me up at 3.

Grrrr. I have two obligations today, and my car is in dire need of attention, and there are other things I should do but probably won’t - I think I will be in need of a nap somewhere in there. I was already tired from working 8 hours and driving back and forth without AC.

All this, and PMS too. Yesterday was a bitch. I’d like to slap it.