It's grand beyond reason to walk down the hall, flip a switch and have light, or sit in the chair, push a button and have TV, and, best of all, turn a handle and have water gush out of the faucet (or the toilet flush). Ahhh!
A good portion of yesterday was spent in the kitchen, cleaning up. I've been ever so grateful for the propane stovetop, but it took another pan or skillet to heat/cook anything and they were starting to pile up. With everything washed and the countertops clean again, at least I didn't have to apologize when Arden came over.
The long, dark mornings had changed my sleep pattern. It was a lot easier to just turn over and keep my eyes shut than to face the hours before sunup. Of course, now I'm all messed up and didn't wake today until after six. It is the day for my semiannual diatribe against changing the clocks. I'll try to keep my yerping to a minimum, but no promises.
I got a delivery of alfalfa yesterday and took advantage of male muscles to also order chicken scratch and birdseed. Carlos was kind enough to carry those heavy bags to the storage bins. Better him than me.
Okay, the family is on Plan B, or maybe C. We're going to meet at a different casino for Thanksgiving. After all these years, it will seem very strange not to put a turkey in the oven before daybreak that morning, but hey, maybe that's a good thing. As Deb said, with power being unpredictable, it's better to let someone else take the chance.
It's getting light outside. Yeah, well, wait until tomorrow when it will be an hour earlier (and darker).
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Actually, it will be light at 6 am rather than 7 am by the clock. Daybreak is still daybreak. Only our clocks have been changed.
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