A thing called Power

A candle -lit dinner has a whole new meaning. The power has now gone out for the.....uh, don't know how manyith, time here in Kara. The current temperture is a cool 90 degrees with absolutely no air movement what so ever and quite a bit of humidity. I have decided that there is really no good reason for the electricity to keep going off. The only logical reason I can think of is that some bird has decided to perch on some wire somewhere and has taken it upon itself to make mankind suffer, as all birds do, by twisting the wires in just the right way to make the power go off. Can you think of a better one? For those of you who are reading this and are currently wearing a sweater and drinking coffee or hot chocolate - dealth to you and your hot drink! Currently, little sweat beads continue to form on my upper lip and my shirt is pretty much soaked. I have literally laid on my bed and thought, I don't think the power will ever come back on. When it has, in the past - probably won't again - I have literally jumped off my, danced my way to the computer, and clapped my hands. (Aren't you sad you missed that?). I'm told it gets hotter - I can't wait...I'd take a picture but you couldn't see it anyway - it's too dark!