Last night at about 10:30 pm I sat down to my computer to do a few hours work before heading to bed. The power flickered off once, twice, and then the house fell permanently into darkness. The wind and rain had been roaring all evening but nothing, it seemed, extreme enough to knock out the power.
I sat blinking my eyes against the blackness- waiting and listening. All was eerily silent, no whirring of the computer fan or hum of the furnace.
“This is what it was like for the pioneers”, I whispered to myself.
The sun went down and you went to bed, period, end of story.
There was no “I’ll just finish one more thing, read another chapter, watch one more episode…”. It was the mandatory curfew of the elements and they had just intervened in my behalf. Everything I’d planned for the evening were suddenly cancelled. I had absolutely nothing to do. I wasn’t procrastinating, I couldn’t feel guilty- it was out of my hands- not my fault. A beautiful possibility washed over me… I could just go to bed. Simply put on my PJ’s, brush my teeth, quietly crawl under the soft covers and close my eyes. It could be that easy.
But instead, as a proper multi-tasker/crazed lunatic/over achiever/deranged weirdo/caring mother I didn’t squander my precious gift with sleep- I went to the grocery store. Boring. The End.