Last night, I got my wish, and we got a blustery storm, which was fine, except that at 3:36 this morning, something woke me. I couldn't figure out what it was, at first, and then realization dawned: The power had flickered off, and come back on.
This happened again a few minutes later, and then it went off completely at 4:30. Fuzzy grumbled at me, when I told him to call PG&E, stating they would already know. I pointed out that at 4:30 in the morning, precious few people in our neighborhood would be awake to know if they had power or not. So he called, and guess what? PG&E didn't know.
The power was back on within 90 minutes, but I'm so used to white noise – our ceiling fan, my chant cd, that I can't sleep when it's totally still and quiet. So it was a restless night for me, and when I finally did drift off I kept having bizarre nightmares about cell phones and fans and other perfectly ordinary things.
I didn't wake til eleven-thirty, and I spent the morning – my fiscal morning – puttering around the house, idly chatting with folks online, reading a book called “Pen Pals” about women in prison. (Fiction, and quite good. Really.) Eventually, I went to have my eyebrows waxed, and then to buy flowers.
May I just say again that I love Bunches? They always have very cool cut flowers, and their specials are amazing – a dozen irises for $1.50, today, and a bunch of red and fuschia poppies for $5.00 (well two bunches, for $5.00 each). So I have new flowers in my house and I can't help but smile.
Fuzzy met me after my flower purchases, and we had dinner at Yankee Pier. I /still/ love their clam chowder. This time I wasn't horribly hungry so I had a bowl of steamed mussels cooked in beer, and Andouille sausage. Yum! (Fuzzy had…steak.)
After dinner, we zoomed over to our storage unit, making it inside with 13 minutes before closing. We retrieved eight boxes of books, which I get to unpack, since Fuzzy did all the heavy lifting. (Besides, if he does it, they'll just get stuck on the shelves, not put in order.)
Starbucks on the way home, for my daily macchiato fix, and now we're home and the house is cozy, and the dogs are sleeping off their dinner (turkey necks).
I love lazy Saturdays!