Powerlessness
We went about sixty hours without electricity. It was about twenty degrees for a good bit of that time.
And you know what?
We were still pampered compared to most of the world.
No, I’m not going to go on some earnest rant about how much we take things for granted because, well, you know that already, right? You know how foolish I’ve felt about inwardly bemoaning the initial inconvenience of not having hot water or having to buy a generator and then fretting electrical cords and other new menaces during the night. So I’ll spare you all of that. Or at least most of that.
Selfie from Last Night
What I will say is how bizarre the confluence was between our power outage and the book I was finishing.
Stephen King’s Under the Dome.
Folks, I’ll blog about this one soon, but for now I’ll just say…nothing. I really will save it for later.
One more thing: Did you know that the audio version of SAVAGE SPECIES is, as we speak, in the process of a serial release via the fantastic company Audio Realms? The first installment (NIGHT TERRORS) is available now.
Listen to the terror…
Gotta go now. Be safe. And warm.
