Darkened By A Drunk

I woke up early this morning and turned to the night stand to see what time it was. The clock was gone. I sat in bed until I realized the absurdity of that thought. Rational thought slowly bubbled up to the surface and I realized that the power was out. I got out of bed at 6:00 am to feed Homer and to let him do his morning ... you know ... duty. It's amazing how dark the house was. I am so used to the little LEDs that shine, blink, and tell us how early it really is. Not today. The only lights that were on were the LEDs on my network gadgets that are connected to an UPS. I went into the den and turned off the NAS and went back to bed.

We got up at 9:00 am. My leg was hurting like heck. I think it may be getting worse as the Ibuprofen isn't doing much. I know I should have taken the Vicodin prescription the doctor offered me. But NOOOO. I'm a manly man. A manly man in PAIN! That's what I am.

I plopped myself down in the den and decided to read. It's amazing what you can't do without electricity. No computer. No TV. No heating pad for the damn leg. I ruled out putting up the Christmas lights since I would want to test them before I got on the roof. The leg would also get in the way. I had a stack of magazines that I wanted to catch up on so I dug into the pile.

The wife was getting a little pissed. She was going to miss the last Notre Dame football game of the season. I dug out an old radio and she found a station that was carrying the game. He was happy but still pissed.

I got up and ate a light lunch and decided to assemble our fake tree. It took me three hours. It usually takes me only one. I was so tired, my leg was killing me, and I was moaning, groaning, and whining way more then usual. I had to rest several times. Even a piece of Angel Food cake didn't help!

The wife went outside to talk to the neighbors. Turns out some drunk A$$hole decided to use the sidewalk as a road at 5:00 am in the morning and took out trees and electric poles before ditching his car and leaving the scene. Because of that doofus, I actually had to look at my watch to tell time! HUH! Then again, no one was hurt by this idiot which is something to be grateful for.

When I attached the last limb to the Christmas tree, the wife gave out a whoop - "Electricity is back!" After setting clocks and TV speakers, I, of course, went up to the den and turned on the computer. I had to get my internet addiction fix, you know.

I felt a little weird so I took my temperature - 101.7°F. Well, isn't that special. That explains why my hair hurts. I think another visit to the doctor on Monday is a given.

P.S. One more whine. I had written this post and was almost done when Blogger wouldn't let me save it. I lost everything. D'OH! Believe me, the first draft was much better than this one. Unfortunately you all will never know.