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matrixrefugeeThe day started with my boss calling to tell me things were quiet at the store and I didn't have to come in until eleven o'clock. No big deal, as I had to shovel the driveway anyway.
Then, as I'm leaving, the lights blink and go out. So now we have no phone and the circulator had gone out on the boiler, so we have no heat. I headed out to find that the whole street was out, including the traffic light, and since I have to cross the street to get to work, I did so with precautions: I held out both hands in the "Stop" position, and called out "I'm walking here! I'm walking here!" ala Dustin Hoffman in that famous ad-libbed bit involving the cab in "Midnight Cowboy". I got to work and it was dead quiet: I even got a pad and a pen and, in between orders, jotted one of the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fandom_stocking drabbles I'd decided to write, finished that one and started two others. As of now, I have one already posted, one written out and ready to type up and a third one in the works.
Then, as I'm leaving, the lights blink and go out. So now we have no phone and the circulator had gone out on the boiler, so we have no heat. I headed out to find that the whole street was out, including the traffic light, and since I have to cross the street to get to work, I did so with precautions: I held out both hands in the "Stop" position, and called out "I'm walking here! I'm walking here!" ala Dustin Hoffman in that famous ad-libbed bit involving the cab in "Midnight Cowboy". I got to work and it was dead quiet: I even got a pad and a pen and, in between orders, jotted one of the
fandom_stocking drabbles I'd decided to write, finished that one and started two others. As of now, I have one already posted, one written out and ready to type up and a third one in the works.