I left the house at about 8:15 a.m. yesterday and didn't get home until nearly 9:00 p.m. I followed a full day at my "real job" with a number of hours at my dad's office and came home exhausted and hungry. I didn't feel like going anywhere to procure a meal, so I had a peanut butter sandwich, vegged in front of the TV for about an hour, then turned in.
I woke up at 5:00 a.m. to the sound of a huge thunderstorm, made noticeable by the sudden absence of the noise of my beside fan when the power went out. I lay in bed listening to the storm for a while and watching the flashes of lightning. The cats could tell I was awake, so two of them came to see me, sit on me, mew at me, etc. It became obvious that the power wasn't coming back on, so I got up, grabbed our battery-powered candle (so handy!) and called the power company on my cell phone to report the outage. Then I went back to sleep.
I woke up a little later than usual, but an interrupted sleep is never as satisfying as a continuous one. This has been a very taxing week, and I'm looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow morning. I wonder how I can convey that plan to the cats and the weather?