Home Sweet Home

You don’t realize how much you take electricity for granted until you’re forced to leave your house for lack of it. The power finally came back on late this morning. We packed everything up and moved home again. It was about 48 degrees in the house when we got here at 2 p.m. and it’s now finally a comfortable 68 degrees again. I’m bummed that my weekend consisted of freezing my butt off, worrying about my houses, and hauling a bunch of shit around. Clothes, blankets and pillows, groceries (we had foolishly shopped on Thursday and filled the refrigerator with food which might have spoiled), bird cage, bird food, bird stand, dog food, dog bed, etc. Thankfully, we don’t have kids! And why does everybody, myself included, live on the second floor? We’re exhausted.

To top it off, the wife is sick now. She was supposed to work today but I talked her into calling off so she could rest at least part of the day. By the time we got home and unloaded everything she would’ve had to run out to work. It’s good she got to spend some time on the couch and watch the Superbowl.

4 thoughts on “Home Sweet Home

  1. One time it got so cold in Texas the houses weren’t adequately insulated and my friend’s toilet boil water froze solid. In frustration, she stuck her foot in to see how solid the ice was. She cracked the toilet in half.<br>I died laughing, until we noticed her fish bowl also froze solid and her guppies had become popsicles. 🙁

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