It was a dark and stormy day.
I worked hard playing “beat the power outage.” Catherine did the same with all her homework. And Basil helped make sure the mail kept moving.
As of now, we still have power, but it’s been flickering all day. (And went out a couple times briefly.)
Next door, a huge tree limb covers the neighbors’ front yard, and in our back yard and across the street, smaller branches have hit the ground. The wind is howling so hard that we keep finding ourselves holding our collective breath.
Other wives and mothers will appreciate the long efforts I went to balance the food thing, only buying what we need for a few days, carefully serving leftovers, filling holes in the freezer with containers of water that will freeze, using the small extra fridge to hold milk, OJ and yogurt, so we don’t have to open the main fridge if the power poops out.
Yesterday, I made lentil stew in the slow-cooker for us to heat tonight.
So naturally, it made sense for Basil to stop on his way home and get pizza.
Is this a Mars-Venus thing?