Rolling power outages throughout the Midwest…ours came at 7 am this morning. I guess the house was warm enough and it was time to get out of bed? I slogged to the kitchen where my sister sat in darkness with a candle lit, a half-made pot of coffee, and her phone as the only connection to the world. We sat in thoughtfulness, making our plans for Lent on this Fat Tuesday. (We really didn’t, but we should have.)
No, we watched the news on my sis’s phone. The weather forecaster was rather humorous, chastising drivers for their speed and impatience as they cross the bridges in Omaha and cause back-ups and accidents. We’re convinced he was a former elementary school teacher, wagging his finger at the viewers.
The lights returned, we rectified the tripped circuit breaker, finished brewing the coffee, and are heading out to meet our mother, warming her with our presence. (I’m sure that’s what we’re doing.) Sending warm thoughts to all!