Alarm. Phone still charging. Great.

The bathroom goes dark and everything gets quiet. At least I filled in 1 and 1/2 eyebrows before the light went out.

I use a flashlight to get to the car. Two doors down I see the porch lights on and hear the hum of the generator - they have a whole-house one installed. Now that we know this will be long-term, we’ll need to have this put in soon.

Wait. I can’t make coffee.

Banana, water, and Beyonce as I drive down Highway 29. It is dark. This is the first time I’m making this drive. It’s a reverse commute; should be easy.

A cup of Pike’s Place while I walk around the property taking pictures. The drive is worth it to be in my happy place.

Wayne gets me the right kind of oil. I ask him more questions about oil and generators because I have time and because it seems like something I need to know. We end up having a 15-minute conversation in the middle of the aisle talking about generators and baseball and travelling in RVs.

The air has gotten worse but this time with her is worth it.

I walk in the front door and he’s strumming his electric guitar. Buzzing strings.

I’m actually glad they are so bored.

Figured it out.

He tells me that he likes when I have talks with her because I am always in a better mood.

Gratitude. Deep gratitude for being in a position where almost 48 hours without electricity is actually manageable.

Coldish shower but it still feels good.