Power Out Again -- Third Time [I only count big ones.]

From about 11am to 7:34pm. I was dying to wash my hands, and had spent part of the dark time reading by the light of a beeswax candle, which was slow going. Now I'm nuking and toasting and surfing -- better get my trizzities fix in while I can. It was made worse by the flapping piece of sheet metal above my bed -- stage thunder all day long. May the wind keep quiet, now. In my cave with no power, heat, water, and the extreme noise of stage thunder, I had plenty of time to think about Mankind's past. I'm lucky to be living in this time of lights, as I really don't like the dark (just because I'm an artist and like to SEE -- not from fear). I don't like candlelight* either for the same reason. Maybe I'd've felt differently had I been born in a time of dim lighting, but all I can say is -- give me the bright lights, baby.

*never seems romantic to me, just dim