I woke up at 6:30. Stretched and laid in bed, wishing I could have slept longer. But I needed to get moving. So, I headed to the bathroom. Turned the shower on….and the power went out.
So, now I’m nekkid and cold and fumbling in the dark (darn time change) to get back to the bedroom and fetch my bathrobe and my trusty iPhone with its flashlight. Out to the cold garage. Why didn’t I put in slippers? Checked the breaker box. It all looked okay.
By now I’ve made enough noise, that Warren is awake. Banging around in the dark and opening doors will do that I guess.
I called the electric company to report the outage. By the way, there are no lights across the road or next door. Typically, I would see something. Anyway, the chick on the phone proceeds to ask me if I’ve tried turning the main breaker off and on. Yes, I did. I told her it didn’t appear anyone had power. She then tells me they will send someone out, but I me the first phone call. Am I sure it isn’t our breaker? Does the first person to report always get the third degree? I wanted to say “listen lady, I’m not a morning person and this is going to make me late for work.” Of course, I was polite, or as polite as a non morning person can be when they are now going to be scrambling to get ready for work.
This all happened 50 minutes ago. Still no power. At least it is starting to get light outside a bit. But I have things to do. I hope this doesn’t last long.