For me - the mere thought - literally - gives me goose bumps. Seriously ! Especially after this morning.
I opened my eyes and put my glasses on before seeing the time posted on the cable television box - 6:30am. Instantly - electricity runs through my body - which sets off every nerve in my mouth - and voice box.
Following that - a domino effect. The stream of jolt transfers to Dwayne.
I don’t know. It initiated such a totally different effect on him - enough that it almost pissed me off! Only a few - quiet chirps - half words - gibberish - I dunno. Mellow mumbles! Yes! That’s what they were.
But I do have to give props to the man. His animation was something I would never be able to compete with!
We jumped out of bed and went nuts. All I could get out of my voice was - “ Find your phone ! Call Jay ! “ And in between all the mumbles and running around like some chicken with its head cut off - Dwayne kept spurting out “ Darrell didn’t call me ! “
Not sure about that one. This is not La Quinta Motor Inn.
I made it to the kitchen - only to find things going - blink - in the night. Clocks on the microwave and stove were blinking. And the real pisser - no lights - on the right side coffee pot.
Not a good thing for anyone waking up at 3:30 every morning to get Hubby out the door by 4:30am. But I started the coffee pot - regardless.
Or - so I thought I did.
The coffee was already made. The clock on the pot was lit up when I first walked into the kitchen. But - the little arms for the time piece were not showing. That’s when I knew - for sure - that our power had gone out. ( I hate having to reset that darn thing ! ) Yet - the coffee was already made. Hmmm….
Apparently - we’d had a power surge - or - a short outage for a couple minutes - after ( Thank you, God ! ) - the coffee was made.
Only thing left to do in the press - get somebody to answer their phone! Stan’s lucky number must be 7! Or - would that one be Dwayne’s?
Either way - we survived and Dwayne made it out the door with lunch and everything else - despite this being a morning when a puppy going through post-surgery - of all days - decides to threaten to yank your every last nerve until you go nuts - if you don’t move the baby gate out of her way.
The benefit in this crazy situation - I get to start supper a little later! Dwayne will hang over at work to make up the time.