Well, the power went out at 4:30 this morning, which wouldn't be so bad except for A) it was 20 degrees outside and sleeting like the end of the world, and B) I can't sleep when it is dead quiet. I hear every little noise in the tri-county area and it keeps me away. Also, the carbon monoxide alarm went off, but it turned out to be a low battery, and fortunately I had a battery. Unfortunately, it is difficult to change a battery at 4:30 in the morning when you are half coherent, so it took about fifteen minutes longer than it should have, the low battery warning blaring the whole time and my cats trying to "help" while my husband lay in bed pretending he could sleep through it.
I got up again at 7:30 because my husband forgot to take his meds and really did sleep through his alarm, and also because I had a very vivid dream that I was back in Beijing on a contract and I had gotten up to boil water for tea and couldn't figure out why I couldn't find my electric kettle. Yes.
I got up again at 8:00 out of sheer hunger and desperation because my cats were both at the door screaming bloody murder because they wanted to be in the bed with us. Only when we do that, they don't sleep. They fight like siblings. I had also had another vivid dream about delicious ham and how I wanted a sandwich, but things kept preventing me from achieving my objective. People, when you dream about being thwarted in sandwich making, it's time to get up and get on with your life, because the day is going to be ridiculous.
My husband did not go into work today. His office closed due to the inclement weather, and also because our car tires are frozen to the driveway. Solid. There is an inch of ice holding our cars in place. This explains why I saw my neighbor out in the back yard with a tea kettle. He has places to go, I guess, or his wife is driving him crazy (which gets my vote). I took it upon myself to empty the trash, but when I went out, the trash can lids were frozen shut, so I got a hammer and had some fun making a racket, which got the neighbors interested, which was unfortunate, because I was out in my pajamas. Hey, I am well insulated. It's one of the few advantages of being fat. When the next ice age comes around, I'll be ready for it. I eventually got all the ice off, and covered in it in the process.
The bad news is, it looks like I won't be making it to the craft fair tomorrow to reward myself for all my fitness minutes last month. This is precisely why I don't try to reward myself. All my life, when I try to reward myself, things come up to get in the way. It's like the universe is against me trying to reward myself. I am not kidding. I am not being negative here. This is the absolute truth! Our honeymoon that we saved for a year for? Ruined because my dad died flat broke and mom couldn't afford to even have him cremated. Our second attempt at a honeymoon a few years later? Ruined because my husband was in end stage liver failure and we didn't know it. He was too tired and grumpy to do anything so all we did was fight. And don't get me started on all the times my mom promised me something and then took it away because "oh, well you did this ONE LITTLE THING, so that negates anything I promised" or "I'm too tired" or "I don't want to. I've changed my mind. You don't deserve it."
Okay, deep breath. Deep breath. Serenity now....
I'm hoping they reschedule it, but if they don't, well, I have a hundred bucks. There is such a thing as Etsy, and on the bright side, I won't have to fight crowds of people with snotty noses and walking pneumonia to shop there. Hmmmm... maybe this is working out for the best after all...