In Which Your Obedient Serpent Sees His Shadow
After sleeping in far too late yesterday, I went to bed earlyish last night, determined to roll out of bed at a decent hour, hop in the shower, and fire up the computer for the usual rounds of email and job boards.
I did indeed wake up around 7-ish, looked at the clock -- and, rather than blurry LED numerals, saw nothing. The power was out.
No Net. No TV. No lights in the bathroom.
I wound up going back to bed until 8:45, then taking a shower by candlelight.
(I do so love bathrooms in candlelight.)
Needless to say, the power came back five minutes after I got out of the shower.
It was only a few minutes ago that I realized that it was the Second of February, and that I had gotten up, seen my shadow, and gone back into my hole.
Looks like six more weeks of winter, from here.
More water-themed dreams last night; how much of them were due to the sound of rain outside, I can't tell. Not the usual crystal-clear water, this time; in this one, the nearby creek actually ran through the backyard. The usual gang of Generic Dream Friends and I were looking it over. The water was higher than usual; I noticed that conditions were exactly right for a flash flood, and suggested that we should get back over the creek and into the house. Of course, everyone blew me off, right up until the big muddy rush of water hit.
For some reason, I was wearing robes of some sort, as was at least one of the others.
I did indeed wake up around 7-ish, looked at the clock -- and, rather than blurry LED numerals, saw nothing. The power was out.
No Net. No TV. No lights in the bathroom.
I wound up going back to bed until 8:45, then taking a shower by candlelight.
(I do so love bathrooms in candlelight.)
Needless to say, the power came back five minutes after I got out of the shower.
It was only a few minutes ago that I realized that it was the Second of February, and that I had gotten up, seen my shadow, and gone back into my hole.
Looks like six more weeks of winter, from here.
More water-themed dreams last night; how much of them were due to the sound of rain outside, I can't tell. Not the usual crystal-clear water, this time; in this one, the nearby creek actually ran through the backyard. The usual gang of Generic Dream Friends and I were looking it over. The water was higher than usual; I noticed that conditions were exactly right for a flash flood, and suggested that we should get back over the creek and into the house. Of course, everyone blew me off, right up until the big muddy rush of water hit.
For some reason, I was wearing robes of some sort, as was at least one of the others.