The power at my house has been out for most of the day, and just now came back on. I can’t get any work done (I’m working from home), because the remote connection is hanging up.
This morning I sat near my fireplace, a stick of nag champa incense burning, music playing on my D cell cd player, a cup of hot cocoa in one hand, and a book in the other (“A Short History of Nearly Everything” By Bill Bryson). It’s hard not to smile, even if I’m in the dark and my house is cold. My phone has stopped working, since it is connected through my cable modem and the battery in it has died. The incessant ringing of that infernal device has ceased.
I sit here in the still and the silence, watching the snow fall, and I’m smiling for no particular reason. I’m snowed in, but I’m not worried. I have nowhere to be. I suppose I’d best save this before my power goes off again.
Some days… you’re just happy to be alive.