Wednesday, July 24, 2013
I was awakened last night by the text alert on my phone. I have it set to go off every two minutes until I check my text. Which can cause some problems, such as trying to have an important conversation with the doctor at the hospital and the dang thing won't shut up and I don't want to interrupt the doctor to dig it out of my purse. But I digress... The long and the short of it is, there was a tornado warning, on the other side of the county. That's when we noticed our power was out. I fell asleep, dreaming of a dystopian Amish-type community where I was going to have "natural" surgery to fix my veins. I then realized that natural meant no anesthesia... And the surgeon was a sadistic, Dr Quinn, Medicine Woman. Armed with a butcher knife and hatchet. It was a long night. The power is still out. According to PSO, it may take a few days to restore power. Time to light an oil lamp and dig out Little House On The Prairie!