A lazy Sunday to remember when I woke up to the artificial silence of the world. Unnatural it may seemed but it happened.
I flicked on the switch but the bulb did not brighten. It might be old so understandably it could have reached its end of service.
I turned on the computer for sometime, fully unaware of a condition I was not prepared of. I only knew what it was when the battery indicator suddenly blinked: time to recharge.
I was still checking the Reader when the blinking indicator did not stop. Only one thing was for sure, no juice was coming through. The dreaded power outage was at hand.
Almost every neighbor I asked was clueless this time. Before, there were warnings beforehand, when we could argue around why there were power interruptions. Today, we were in the dark, literally and figuratively.
Eighteen hours of pure hell, for waiting for something that should be present but was not. People would be swearing tomorrow everywhere. I hate to say this but the power utility people should wear ear muffs when they go to work to shield themselves from the colorful words they would receive. They deserve them all for being unprofessional.