1. With the light coming on at my bedside and the restored power noises of things humming and chiming in the house at 4:06 a.m., I woke up and I saw that Stu had just left me a message. He was up early and wondered what was happening with me at home. I told him and we yakked some more online.
We ended our messaging when I said I was going to go back to sleep and indeed I did.
Before I closed my eyes, I put on Symphony Hall, knowing that Colleen Wheelahan was just over an hour into her morning program. I knew I would sleep through most of it, but I also knew that I'd wake up for small amounts of time and hear her warm voice introducing the selections she would play next and that at some level I'd be absorbing the music even as I went back to sleep.
2. I slept a few more hours and got up to take my pills and take care of Copper and Gibbs. I made myself a warming and comforting latte and went to work catching up on blogging, a crossword puzzle I didn't do last night, and completed today's Wordle, Quordle, Connections, and Strands.
3. I experienced a small triumph today.
Yesterday I adjusted the garage door so I could manually open it. With the power back on, I went out to see if I could now open it with the push of a button.
No I couldn't.
I got on a step ladder and took a closer look at the garage door's mechanism and adjusted a lever.
It was exactly the right thing to do.
I'm not handy.
At all.
So when I make something work that wasn't, when I reason my way to a solution to a small household problem, I play the Kellogg Wildcat fight song in my head, as if I'd just hit a jumper to cap off an 8-0 run that forced our opponent's coach to call a timeout and the pep band further excited the crowd I had just fired up by deliriously blasting out "Hail to the Wildcats!".
I never did this as a Kellogg Wildcat, but this is my blog and I can fantasize about being a heroic high school athlete if I want to!
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