I worry about– and I have plans about– what happens when the Electricity goes out.
But this is a novel worry.
We’ve worn out a fuse that supplies power to the Den. The Den being the Master Bedroom which is my desk and the lunch table and the Television that we watch at the end of the day. And the Electric Heat which supplements the LPgas heat that heats the joint.
It’s like we’re living in this weird cave. Just beyond the door… there is light!
It not a big a deal. I positioned a couple of flash lanterns, charged things up.
It’s sort of quaint.
Plus we have a houseful of dogs.
It will be a 4-dog night. Thank God it’s gonna be cold.