Today is a tribute to the extension cords that make my life possible. So few plugs work upstairs right now that almost everything essential is connected to an extension cord that connects to our main hub in the old master bath which leads downstairs. The house is a sea of cris-crossing extension cords. Status report:
Office: no functioning plugs or lights, extension cord for computer leads across the house to hub
Bathroom: no functioning plugs or lights
Living Room: no functioning plugs or lights, extension cord for TV & stereo leads across the house to hub
Bedroom: no functioning plugs or lights
Kitchen: one plug works, the dishwasher and garbage disposal are attached to an extension cord on the back side of the wall. In order to use the one functioning plug, you have the move the device over that you want to use. So, if I need to make a pot of coffee or toast a bagel, I have to switch the appliances.
In order to do laundry, I have to unplug the TV and use that extension cord to feed the power for the washer/dryer.
Josh always thinks I'm nuts when he comes home to me cooking by flashlight or no light at all in the kitchen. But sometimes I just don't feel like doing the old extension cord switcheroo and I think I've become rather adept at cooking in the dark. The key is to do as much prep work (if not all) before it gets dark. The trouble is that I'm not usually hungry or motivated at 4pm to cook.
Getting dressed for a nice evening out has proven a bit challenging. When perusing one's wardrobe by flashlight, the options seem less exciting...
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