I want to mention an occurrence that shows what a big, enormous mental block I have going on. The electric episode took place very early Wednesday morning around 5 a.m. I was pretty shell-shocked all day Wednesday and I griped a lot about being cold. It was hard to heat the living room with a space heater as it's a large open area with a stairway down to the front door and open areas into the kitchen. So Neighbor Buddy got it all set up for me. (Notice how HE got it set up -- I sat in my chair and felt sorry for myself.) And then it was warm in here.
Then I started griping that it was dark in the rest of the house. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and today I've continually bitched to myself about how it's dark in the rest of the house, especially because somebody thinks daylight standard time is a good idea and now it's dark by like 5:30 p.m.. I can't do anything in the kitchen in the evening, like wash dishes. I did light some candles in there and set up the Coleman lantern so things are at least visible in there. I whined to Neighbor Buddy.
Tonight, I decided to move the dining room floor lamp into the living room for a better lighting situation. At some point I saw the heavy-duty extension cord trailing into the kitchen, where I'm using it for the microwave, and --
uh, couldn't I just set up a lamp in the kitchen?
Geez.
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