Black cats are good luck. Don’t try to tell me otherwise.
Early Monday afternoon, I awoke to silence. Absolute and total silence. The fan, which is always running, was still. Blinking, I looked at the USB charger plugged into the wall outlet; its blue indicator light was dark. We were without electricity on my street and quite possibly, the whole neighborhood may have been affected. Sitting up, I grabbed my phone and called Prime. After explaining the situation to him, he let the proper people know, and told me that we’d have our power restored by 16:30.
It was back on by 16:20. They got it fixed fairly quickly. It seems that a tree went down a few blocks away, causing the outage. But it was an easy fix.
Prime and I may have to consider taking down the tree in our front yard; it’s thrown off several branches and they weren’t small. It didn’t just drop them Monday, either. It pitched at least one more on Tuesday. I fear that the poor tree is dying, which means it will have to come down, which also means our bedroom won’t have any shade during summer. The room gets as hot as an oven in mid August; without the tree, it’s going to get worse. I don’t relish the thought.
My right knee is stiff and sore; I’m not sure what I did to the blasted thing, but it’s not happy with me. I’m trying to take the edge off the pain with a Salonpas patch. It seems to be helping with the pain and stiffness. I can only hope that this will be resolved by tomorrow.
More and more people are Christmas shopping. I’ve seen a lot of toys leaving our store. On the plus side, most people who are shopping this early are fairly pleasant. They aren’t stressed out and taking it out on any of us, which is rather nice. I just don’t know how much longer this may last.