Fun Until They Fixed It

Eric and I discovered, when we returned home from my 6 hour stint in the BPR (Blue Plastic Recliner), that we were without electricity.

It wasn't unexpected. It was a dark and stormy day. The little beige television that swings on an awkward girder-and-industrial-spring mechanism at the hospital had been full o' reporters who were blah blah blahing about the rain and the power outages. Much ado about nothing, I thought.

Apparently it was the biggest storm in TWO YEARS! I can't tell you how that made me laugh the first time I heard it. Two years! Feh.

Anyway... we had no electricity and no heat, but Eric built a cheery, crackling, fire. We opened up the blinds to catch what light would filter through the clouds & rain, and played Gin (Eric won two out of three games, of course). The fire made the ornaments on our can't-believe-it's-still-standing-xmas-tree sparkle. We talked & talked.

I loved it, and I was sad when our electricity was restored in an annoyingly efficient time frame.

That's more or less my whole story. Chemo was fine. Tonight's been fine -- although our house has just been infused with the potent smell of skunk. It's STRONG. And it's within a few days of the one year anniversary of our horrible possum experience. So... wish us luck on the skunk front.