Transformer blew. Power out all day.

This morning I clicked on the bathroom light. It didn't work.

"Darn it, I just replaced that lightbulb," I muttered, and stormed over to get another.

Put in the new lightbulb. Click. Nothing. "Worthless drugstore lightbulbs...."

I stopped by the computer and clicked the power on it. No response. Click the light in the kitchen. Nothing.

Oooooh... come to think of it, wildernessguru usually leaves a lot of lights on in the morning and they were all off. I turned around and the rest of the city seemed to be business as usual. Stepped out of the apartment. Yep. All the lights in the hall were out, too. It was kinda neat.

Went downstairs. The lights were on at the tattoo parlor across the street. Huh.

Later I found out from the manager that the transformer had blown at 6am. She looked harried, "I've been at this all day. It's just this building and of course it's the city." I rolled my eyes in appreciation.

You know what? I got my Back2Basics story written today. And I bought Monte's special vet food. And I did some dishes and I set up the altar and....

I get a lot more done when this computer's off.