I would really like to be home right now but I can’t because our house doesn’t have any electricity. It started on Sunday, around the time Mike, Liam and I decided to decorate our holiday tree. I like being at my parents house but I hate this feeling of displacement. I don’t have the things I want or need right at hand around me. I had to tell Mike over the phone at work yesterday exactly what kind of panties my work attire required. It was rather farcicle since I’m sure my co-worker thought I was talking dirty to my husband on the phone.
I want to go home and decorate my tree. I was just starting to get back into yoga again, getting up early in the morning to get an hour or two of my own time before all the hullabaloo started. Sometimes, I just wish mother nature would stay out of my business, or at least tweak things more in my favor. Some nice fluffy snow, power back at my place but a complete power outage on the side of town where the library is? Now that would be nice.
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