It was in the logs
t’s a miracle! On Tuesday, what with the stormy weather and our need to travel, I decided to keep my monthly collection of recuperables at home, safe. Today I learned that even the sanitation trucks get time off for snow, and so the pickup has been rescheduled to tomorrow morning. I’m on time! A little rain shouldn’t interfere. (Yes, the rain has started.)
On TV, that continuing Hallmark marathon. (When will it end?) This evening involves a kidney transplant and some cookies. The movies reflect a vision of a world devoid of colour, or conflict or anything marginalized. Cookies rule!
The mail brought offers to pay for an extended warranty on a small fridge we acquired last summer. That the price of the insurance equals the replacement cost of the object is just bean counters doing their thing. Unfortunately, the envelope to send back my response requires a postage stamp, and so I will decline the offer. Just saved myself some money.
The snow has melted, out by the end of the generator. It doesn’t matter that the rain will clear all the rest of the snow, by tomorrow. We had to know how long the last power outage had lasted. I checked the corporate website and the Twitter feed for our utility, but nothing. The clocks that we off into blinking land seemed to be about three hours or more out of sync with the real world, but we still had to know. In the dark, with a small Maglite, I checked the on-board log files in the generator (only started the beat, accidentally, once). I now know that the last real outage lasted three point five hours, and it did log my mis-start, so all is now recorded.
