Once again, it has happened! A rainstorm caused a power outage that has knocked out power in all of the apartment except the master bedroom and the bathroom. The entire first floor has no power, but the entire second floor has power. My next door neighbors have full power, but I'm sitting in the hallway with three extension cords hooked together just so the cable modem can access electricity (wow, something I miss about dialup -- net access not dependent on your lights). In fact, if you count the cable coaxial line from the wall to the modem, I have fifty feet of line bisecting SterlingManor into two. I would have simply unscrewed the cable from the modem and took the entire thing into the back room, if the original technician didn't screw the damn thing on so tight, that The Rock couldn't disconnect it! Well, that and I really don't want to go in the master bedroom. That's where dad is banished until he gets over his cold!
This caps a the perfect day, where thanks to an apparent suicide at the Pentagon Metrorail station, (a man jumped in front of an oncoming train) I missed class. The police investigation took several hours, which closed the station. And this is not the day where I will wait for an hour plus for a bus (letting me enjoy the last 10 minutes or so of class). It was too hot and smoggy, as evident by the governments classifying the air quality "Code Red". I don't care that all buses in Virginia and Maryland are free on Red days, I like my lungs too much!
OK, it's been two hours since the power went out... I'm going to call Maryland again to see if Richmond know to send an Alexandria crew to an apartment complex in Falls Church!