The electricity went out in the Old Bat’s Cave after I was already cosy in bed listening to an audiobook.
No worries.
Shortly after I woke up, the power returned, Alexa reconnected to the mothership, and I was able to begin the day by uttering the sacred phrase:
“Computer, Good Morning.”
All good.
My morning ramble took me past the scene of yesterday’s transformer accident.
Decided it might be time to think about a Plan B for my trigeminal neuralgia.
No need to rush into anything.
After all, Plan A has always been to die before it gets too bad.
But I never intended to be 82 years old.
I might not die soon enough.
Ten days ago, the Table of the Dead was empty.
I saw a woodduck in the sparrow pond on the W&OD this morning and a huge snapping turtle on a log on the way home.