Standard Emergency Procedures.

I was laying in bed around 2 PM when I noticed Roxanne turn off. I glanced at the clock, and it was out. I was all ready to get up, but with the knowledge that the power was out, I resnuggled in and out of consciousness until around 5 PM. Heh. Gotta love being me sometimes.

I got up being aware that the temperature in the condo was dropping. Put on a wife-beater and a sweater, as I was wearing before the temperature rose this past week or two. I come out to find my mom wearing a burka with a bunch of candles by her computer. Heh. I tell her we’ll go out to eat. I’m sure we could have lit the stove with a candle and made something, but eh. I’d rather get her somewhere warm for the evening.

Clearing off my dad’s car, I cursed the stupidity of modern technology. The car’s sitting in the parking lot, but because OH NO, IT’S DARK OUT, I had to tolerate the lights being on. That kind of thing irks me to no end. It’s rude, and it’s a waste of energy.

We went to El Coyote, because I’ve had a craving for some chicken chimichangas. *nods* I walked her to and fro. As expected, the power was back on and the condo was warm by the time we got back. Precisely why I left in the first place.

I just get like that. Given her MS, she’s more vegetative than me. It’s not good for her to just sit around in a cold condo. Granted it’s balls cold outside. But whatever, car’s warm.