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May 17, 2009 23:02

The power went out last night around 9:45.  I cursed a little, checked to make sure it was the whole neighborhood (and not just our circuit breakers), read a little by candlelight, and was asleep by 10:30.  It was so nice and dark, and the twelve-year-old's birthday sleepover next door got really quiet all of a sudden.

And then, around 2:15, my mom walked into my room to announce that the power was out.  Actually, it was posed more as a question:

"Did you know the power's out?"

This is a weird question to be asked while asleep.  I think I sat up in bed and said yes, but clearly this wasn't answer enough for my mother, who made her way over to my window to survey the neighborhood.

"I see lights next door," she continued.  "Or do you think those are candles?"

Confused, I groped for my bedside lamp, managing to illuminate my cell phone in the process.  "Wait, there's power - no, that's my phone.  I don't know, Mom.  I had to use candles."  Then I made a vital mistake.  "The power's been out since before I went to bed.  Just go back to sleep."

Even in the darkened room, I could see her turn towards me.  "Did you call the electric company to report it?"

"What?  No - I don't - I don't know how to do that."

She heaved a mom-sigh.  "Fine.  I'll go call.  I'm sorry I woke you up."

"Me too," I muttered, flipping the pillow over to the cool side and flopping back down.

"What?!"

"Nothing."

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