I told everyone that we were going to have a cracking storm.  They didn’t believe me until the forecasters started freaking out about 9pm.  I didn’t believe me either.

So I sat there in the guttering brownouts, listening to the hail hit my roof, and wished that I had listened.  I prayed that neither the internet or the electricity went out so that I could research my paper or watch TV or something. I scrambled to research enough that I could write if my computer went offline.

Ironically,  while anxious about all forms of technology, I wrote about how much the microchip had changed our lives in the last half century.  Maybe I should have written about the battery.

Hour two of the storm at least let me sleep.