Since returning to Delhi last weekend, I’ve been itching to sit down and write on my blog. Unfortunately, January is the chilliest time of year, and we don’t have indoor heat. We work all day at a toasty-warm school and then return home to frigid temperatures, where the concrete walls and floors trap the cold. Every evening after school, we bundled up in layers, ate dinner on our guest bed with a space heater positioned at our feet, and watched sitcoms on hulu till bedtime. I could barely hold a fork, much less type with my popsicle fingers. The sun finally peeked out yesterday, warming up the air. I looked forward to spending the weekend culling photos and documenting our Christmas. I got up early and was just ready to sit down at my computer when – pop! – the power went off. Good thing I had already made coffee! Back-up batteries protect our electronics, but we have to shut everything down when we lose power. The school sent an electrician, who “fixed” the problem, just in time for me to leave for a baby shower (without bathing – no working water heaters). As soon as I got home, I flipped on my computer, started to write a post, and – pop! – the power went off AGAIN. This time, I stomped around the house, whined a lot, ate half a bag of Chips Ahoy cookies, and barked sarcastic comments at Tony.
I went out to the stairwell to look at the breaker box. This is what I saw.
About 5 minutes later, beep! – the power was back on. No telling how long we’ll have this luxury, so I’d better hustle.
