A Mystery
Woke up this morning to a house full of thrown breakers which opens up a range of technical mysteries I am ill prepared to address. I can only assume some strange slug of power came down the line last night as I slept. All the breakers are back in place and nothing seems amiss so it’s unlikely I’ll find a dead raccoon in the attic although I suppose I should walk around and look.
When it comes to electricity, I am probably closer to James Thurber’s grandmother who covered her plugs to stop electricity from leaking out onto the floor than I am to Nikola Tesla or Thomas Edison. I would prefer my electricity simply work, and I have no desire to become any more proficient than I am, which is limited to changing bulbs and the occasional plug. Luckily, I have friends who are and I’ll also give them a call in case I’m overlooking something.
In the end I want to avoid the possibility of this seeming nothing being an actual something which as we all know is a possibility because we’ve heard the stories of people who thought something was nothing and ended up dead. I’m a big fan of better safe than sorry and I need this house as a place to live rather than have it become a burned out shell.