Our electric power flickered in the middle of the night Thursday night. We have a sleep number mattress, and when the power is interrupted, the mattress makes a clicking noise loud enough to wake somebody in the next room, both when the power goes out and when it comes back on. Several times during the night, as the power flickered - CLICK, CLICK. All of the digital clocks in the house reset themselves every time. So did the coffee pot, which never reached the 5:45 a.m. turn-on time; I had to wait for the coffee to perk Friday morning.
This flickering continued the next day, and the next. There had been a storm here while we were gone, and we figured that the storm had created a loose connection somewhere. But our son's house across the road wasn't flickering. Finally, on Saturday evening, The Husband called the electric company. A lineman showed up a little while later. He checked a few things and said he'd call for a bucket truck to check the pole in our yard. At about 11 p.m., while the power company guys were monkeying with the meter on the house, the meter sparked. Uh-oh. They called an electrician, who worked until after midnight to install a new meter.
After 3 nights of interrupted sleep, we were tired yesterday. So was our houseguest, who had traveled here for his cousin's wedding and had spent the night here - or what was left of it by the time the electric workers finished. The house guest left mid-afternoon. After that, we had to go to an annual meeting for The Husband's work.
I went to bed early last night.
And now it's Monday. The Husband and The Grandson have gone to work, and I am home alone for the first time in almost two weeks. The yard needs mowing. The laundry needs doing. We could use a grocery store run. The bird feeder needs filling, but we're out of bird food. I need to work on some jewelry projects. I need to go to the garden to check the tomatoes and plant some okra. But I ain't "feeling" any of it.
I need some inspiration.
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