The power went out at my apartment on Tuesday. It is definitely the first time that has happened at my current apartment, and quite possibly the first time since I have lived in DC. Living, as I do, in the historic part of DC, our power lines are underground so while there is always a risk of a transformer blowing, there isn’t the all-too-frequent-in-a-storm possibility of power going out due to a downed wire.
Anyway, I say this because I am so lazy that I still haven’t reset the time on my microwave. So when I walk into the kitchen, it is 0:00. And if it is 0:00, then I must not be running late for work.
Which means I get to blog, and to knit!
Alas, it is almost 8:40 and to get to work on time, I need to leave at 8:30. Or before. And an email to the boss saying I’m running late only does so much good.
So sad, as the now-a-priority-because-who-knew-there-was-a-walk-in-refrigerator-in-exactly-the-same-spot-as-my-office fingerless mitts are sitting beside me beckoning to be knit.