I love electric power
I love electric power. I don’t sing its praises frequently enough.
Jenn is out of town. As I pulled up at the house at one o’clock in the morning, home from work, the porch light and entry light were both dark. I specifically remembered having turned the lights on as I left this morning.
“Oh, man, please let me just be dumb enough to have specifically turned the lights on then switched them off as I left.” I didn’t want a power outage. I didn’t want to have to fiddle with the breaker box in the dark. I didn’t want robbers to have cut the house power to rob the place in the dark.
Fortunately, I was just stupid. The lights were off.
As a side note, I thought the dumbest thing as I came in, fearing the power to be off. “Damn,” I thought, “I’ll have to watch TV in the dark. If the power’s off, I’ll be sure to go to the computer and write a web post about how bummed I am.”
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