Kidlet woke up early today (unlike during the school week) and asked for my help turning on lights because she’s scared of the dark.
“No, I’m scared of DEATH, who *waits* in the dark.”
Dude. Okay. She’s seven (?!).
But then we turn on the lights and they’re on then they’re OFF and out. She panics. I light candles.
We open the curtains but it’s still dark outside. We play our own version of Clue. She puts the figures in each room, we sort the cards. She eats an Rx bar and a cookie, the fridge stays closed.
It gets a bit lighter and the rainstorm pauses, we go for a rainy walk. She helps me clear drains. We chat with a neighbor back from the store carrying ice blocks and firewood.
Back at home she builds a toilet paper roll fort. I wish I had coffee.
Within a few hours the power returns, my bestie calls, I brew my coffee, the pot empties, my husband wakes up. We brew some more.
Another glamorous day in my sweatpants.
I hope you are dry and cozy and safe.
I’m off to make oatmeal.
Hydrate and moisturize. You are loved by me and others.
Pretty Good Ugly 