Phone Post

Phone Post

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I was asleep, dreaming - of all things - that Killick was berating me sotto voce about the state of my washroom while I fruitlessly attempted to work a sextant - when the power came back on.

Why'd that wake me up, you ask? Because my smoke alarm is wired into the wall, and when it came back on it beeped VERY LOUDLY just to announce that yes, it still worked.

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Apparently there have been some folks out on the tennis court (which is, for those not intimately acquainted with the layout of my apartment complex, directly beneath my window) for some time, drinking beer and watching the thunderstorm recede. I think it stopped raining before I fell asleep, so they're not entirely insane. When the streetlights came back on, they all went WHOOP! and now they're cheering. Yay for electricity! Woohoo! If I had clothes on I'd go out there and holler "woo!" with them. On the other hand, since all I hear are male voices, my acquaintance would probably be more welcome in my present state... In any case, I'll stay inside, thanks.