|The only thing that did not happen last night.|
I am popping open the tupperware container containing the leftovers that I plan on eating, confident that I am going to get a couple of hours of writing done. So what happens?
Yep, that is right. The power goes out. For over fifteen hours.
So instead of writing, I ended up thinking about writing, and going to bed early. I also had a surge-protection power-strip fried. And as I write this, I am still one of the lucky ones. There are still a thousand people near-by who still do not have power, thanks to this fall snow storm.
Let's see if tonight's writing goes as plan, shall we?