Sunday, Sunday

So, it's a few minutes after six A.M. and it is so toasty under the covers.  Dozing and dreaming, I awake again at about ten 'til seven.  I realize my wife is awake but being very still.  So we lie there for a few more minutes and the phone gives a blip ring  -- and the power goes off.

We say  simultaneously, "Well the power just went off."  She says that she will call the power company.  But before we do that we pour water through the coffeemaker and have our first cup of coffee for the day.   Oh, it is a Bunn that is kept on all the time so that we can have hot water for coffee for a short while after power failures occur.

About seven-thirty, we go to the shed and get some wood and start fires in the two fireplaces.  Pull out the battery powered lanterns and prepare to wait it out.  Can't get through to the power company people, only their computer voices which assure us they have the outage noted and are working on it, and it should be back on by eight o'clock.

Yeah, right, and the pigs are flying too.

And after a four and a half hour outage the power is back on and the world is happy again.

Just another typical Sunday in Appalachia.