Not!
So, I have a problem. My breaker is constantly tripping and I lose all power to my overhead lights and fans. That means I have to trudge all the way around to the back of the building to flip the breaker back on. Until last night, this had been nothing more than a mild inconvenience. I’ve mentioned it to my landlord; he said he’d take care of it. So, no biggie.
I guess he forgot.
At exactly 3:34am my ceiling fan made a loud pop and the lights (which had not been on) flashed for a moment. This, of course, woke me from a sound sleep. Normally around this time of year, a fan going out would not pose a problem. Normally, this issue could wait until morning. Unfortunately, my part of Tennessee is having some weird weather. Two days of frigid temperatures and driving rain followed by three days of a warmer, more humid climate.
I had two options. Stay in bed and swelter in slimy sweated-on sheets. Or I can wander about with a camping lamp and try to flip the breaker to its full-upright and locked position. In wet sticky weeds. With the bugs and snakes. (And don’t mock the snake reference; we had a copper head in the library last week. Eek!) I like camping as much as the next person. It’s fun. But I don’t like outdoor camping-like escapades while I’m at home.
I pick option number one. For about 15 muggy minutes. Then I go with door number two. I got the lights back on and was back in bed in a short while — wetter, soggier, and grouchier, but back in bed.
And then I couldn’t sleep. I gave up after a while and got some good writing done, but I am not, repeat not, a happy camper. Yours truly is truly exhausted today, though properly climate controlled.
I think my landlord and I need to have a chat.
