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There's nothing quite like that sort of dream that suddenly goes "It's quiet. Almost... TOO quiet." which, as yours truly has seen too many movies and played too many RPGs in which that cliched line is tantamount to lethal ambush, sends the dream into nightmare territory. Which wakes me up right quick. Heart beating fast, and I'm instantly awake.
To go "It's quiet. Almost... TOO quiet." This, being the second iteration of that which woke me up, paranoid and twitchy, gets my heart beating FASTER. Making me MORE awake. And READY TO BEAT THE LIVING TAR OUT OF WHATEVER IT IS THAT WAITS FOR ME.
Then I realize "Oh, the power's out. Right. Ice storm. Right."
Thus does my yet adrenaline-frenzied brain throw me out of bed (*coldcoldcoldcold*) and instantly recalls the locations of:
Call up the workout buddy at the appropriate time and chat, basically summed up as:
So, eventually, after a cold breakfast in a dark apartment, I drive to the campus lot to catch the campus bus to go the campus gym to get a campus shower so that I'm clean to get to the campus building where I do my campus work and ready myself for my campus presentation.
Thus fortified and cleansed, I get to work (understandably late) to find that my boss has rescheduled lab meeting to accommodate a protocol, and said reschedule puts lab meeting right smack on top of the OTHER meeting I've got today, where I'm giving aforementioned presentation.
Happy.
Bloody.
Effin'.
Monday.
Afterthought: I should've just grabbed my camera, put my real boots on, called the whole day off, and gone hiking to take photos. But nooOOooOOoo, I have to be all responsible-like and go to work and give presentations and prep for more presentations.
To go "It's quiet. Almost... TOO quiet." This, being the second iteration of that which woke me up, paranoid and twitchy, gets my heart beating FASTER. Making me MORE awake. And READY TO BEAT THE LIVING TAR OUT OF WHATEVER IT IS THAT WAITS FOR ME.
Then I realize "Oh, the power's out. Right. Ice storm. Right."
Thus does my yet adrenaline-frenzied brain throw me out of bed (*coldcoldcoldcold*) and instantly recalls the locations of:
a) the flashlight, for which the batteries work just fineTo each of which I navigate successfully in the dark (well, until I got the flashlight) and handle, in turn. (I'm such a boy scout.)
b) the travel alarm clock, and how to reset it quickly
c) the ringer-switch for the phone that's actually-plugged-in-to-the-wall as my cordless makes a good thrown weapon
d) the cell, just in case whatever's taken the power out has also nailed the phone lines
Call up the workout buddy at the appropriate time and chat, basically summed up as:
"Pretty ice storm."And, yes, the ice storm's remains ARE pretty. Hanging off of the broken powerlines, affecting just my half of the neighborhood. Surprisingly, the roads are clear and not icy at all.
"Yup. My power's out."
"Yup, mine too. Go back to bed."
"Yup. See ya."
So, eventually, after a cold breakfast in a dark apartment, I drive to the campus lot to catch the campus bus to go the campus gym to get a campus shower so that I'm clean to get to the campus building where I do my campus work and ready myself for my campus presentation.
Thus fortified and cleansed, I get to work (understandably late) to find that my boss has rescheduled lab meeting to accommodate a protocol, and said reschedule puts lab meeting right smack on top of the OTHER meeting I've got today, where I'm giving aforementioned presentation.
Happy.
Bloody.
Effin'.
Monday.
Afterthought: I should've just grabbed my camera, put my real boots on, called the whole day off, and gone hiking to take photos. But nooOOooOOoo, I have to be all responsible-like and go to work and give presentations and prep for more presentations.
