In Case You Were Wondering, Yes, Machines Still Hate Me

I was at work yesterday morning, minding my own business, when Agnes called to let me know that the power had just gone out at home as she was plugging in her hair dryer, that she was calling me on her cell phone because all our cordless phones were out, and that she was about to lose the battery on the cell phone. I had just enough time to tell her to check the circuit breaker panel in the basement before her phone went dead.

I keep a trusty old corded telephone in the closet in my study for just these occasions; unfortunately, I am the only one who can find anything in said closet, so Agnes was out of luck. As it turned out, the power outage covered a large area and had nothing to do with her hair dryer, but I couldn't tell her that until she got to work, wet hair and all, and I could talk to her on a real phone.

Okay, I told you that story so I could tell you this one: I arrived home at my usual time and reset all the clocks in the house...except the one on my nightstand.

As a result, I am running late this morning and don't have the time to put up the post I'd originally planned. Maybe later this evening or tomorrow morning.

Yes, machines still hate me. The battery backup in my nightstand clock should have kept it running on time. It has betrayed my trust. I am considering premeditated clockicide...


I'll have to ask Zipcode, who is a law enforcement type, what the penalty is before I do anything rash.

Have a good day. I'll reset the clock, and offer more thoughts tomorrow.

Bilbo