We've been running an interesting sort of social experiment around here - half our immediate area is without power, while the other half (including moi, thank heavens) is still luxuriating in such modern conveniences as electric lights and working air conditioning. Sort of a First World meets Third World reality show, waiting to happen. I managed to reach a friend on her cellphone (landline and Internet down in her part of town) earlier, and she admitted to feeling a surprising amount of resentment toward the other people she ran into at the grocery store, the people who weren't scooping up flashlights and who didn't smell as if they had been sitting in a not air-conditioned house on a 95-degree day for hours.
|All this man wants is some AC|
Because I'm slow to figure things out. Things like, movies need electricity. So there went that idea.
The whole day went like that. By the end, things were getting a tad crazy - roaming sweaty hordes searching desperately for their next hit of AC, flashlight shortages, gas lines (not sure why) - sort of like Mad Max, only more apocalyptic. If things don't improve soon, Larry will be staying awake all night, defending our dwindling ice cream supplies with a shotgun. Pray for us.