Going where the snow is thigh high

Last night I came home a little late. I spent the evening drinking wine and indulging in girly talk with a friend of mine, which was very enjoyable I might add. I’m leaving for Norway this evening, so I had to pack my bag last night. Knowing this I was doing my very best to be a good girl, and got home relatively early. Walking towards my building I noticed there was no light at all. Not in the foyer, not coming from any apartments. Of course the elevator wasn’t running. I stumbled up the stairs in pitch black and managed somehow to find my door and get inside. Where there was no electricity either. It seems my building had a bit of a blackout.

I spent the next hour packing by candlelight, which was a first, all the while wondering how I would manage to wake up this morning. I usually go to bed quite late, so waking up in the morning really isn’t my favourite thing to do. I can’t rely on my built in clock to get me up, so I usually use the mobile phone or the TV as alarm, when it’s imperative that I don’t oversleep I use a combination of the two. But with a flat battery in my phone, and a TV that needs electricity I was out of luck. My internal clock did wake me up this morning, only about 20 minutes later than usual, and all the lights in my apartment were on. I still don’t know what actually happened to cause the blackout, but as long as everything works again now I don’t really care.

Well, I’m off to Norway for almost a week. Part of that for a conference with work, part of it to be spent with family and friends. I may be online occasionally and I may not.

(Feb 28, 2006)