Holy crap, my living room electricity magically reactivated today at noon.
I left a small light switched on, you know, so I would know right away if my wayward electricity decided to give up an exciting life on the road and return home.
I wonder where it went. Maybe New York to sub for a vacationing Broadway marquee light. Or perhaps Alaska to get away from the heat. At the rate electricity travels, the possibilities are endless. I am just glad it came home.
I am trying not to think about electrical shorts and potential fiery death right now. I am instead focusing on the suckiness of contractors who do not return phone calls. Maybe he had inside knowledge the first two weeks of July are Spring Break for young electricity and figured I would call back if mine was gone too long.
