Not really out of a very blue but out of somewhat calm windless dome, there came a fork of lightning. It did not really have any other effects than that of leaving us without electricity for 15 hours.
It struck around 8 P.M. yesterday night. After a few moments of confusion, we decided that this was the chance for us to have some rest. And so we took focus on getting the kids to beds and also for ourselves to retire.
Indeed all of us were in beds at 9 P.M. relaxed and listening to the even pace of raindrops on the sill. The kids were furious at the start but calmed down too and were quite happy to spend such a meditative while by the open window breathing freshness and cradling to sleep, the drizzle rustling in the foliage.
There were a few comments on the way from our sons. Power station fell short of fuel, said Dag (6). The fuses need to be checked, Karlis Elmer (7) had his version to explain the status.
I woke after 12 hours having paid back to myself the far-gone debt of sleep. My wife Sandra was up a little earlier but still quite revitalized. The boys slept their full, and all of us had a nice day today.
When the electricity came back at 11 A.M. today, we felt rested and accustomed to a degree to the state of not having it. I had already managed to take home a few bucketfuls of water from the neighbor's well. The good old gas range was dusted and set ready for operation.
With a breathing space like this, we conclude that all the electrical gadgets have enslaved us to the degree where we do not understand how much we lose being this type of slaves.
And how does, after all, the power supplier dare to allow us such a longer than usual space of freethinking?
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