The power was off on Monday morning when I first hopped out of bed. I thought for a minute. No power means no coffee unless I fire up the grill and ruin my teakettle over an open flame. I went back to bed. Didn’t go back to sleep though. Kept thinking, what if . . . ? What if . . . ?
What if the power was off all day? I would have roughly two hours of time on my laptop. Wireless router probably wouldn’t be working. I’d have to get out, go to a coffee shop. Hubby would have to unhook the electric garage door, because I don’t know how, and I think it takes muscle. Not that I don’t have muscles–I just don’t like using them on hard stuff.
But then, what if the power was off all over town for some bizarre reason? Streetlights out, no power at the coffee shops.
Groceries. What if I didn’t have enough groceries? What if this was a real emergency? What if . . . what if the power grids crashed all across the country?
Things in the house started beeping. The carbon monoxide detector in the hall beeps when the power goes out and it switches to battery. Not just once–it beeps once every twenty or thirty seconds. Something in my husband’s computer/radio room beeps continuously. Then the radon detector jumped in. When it’s deprived of power it beeps four times every thirty minutes or so.
It was pretty obvious I wasn’t going back to sleep, even though hubby slept right through it all. I got up, unplugged the carbon monoxide detector, stuck it in the computer room with the other beeping contraptions, and shut the door. Well, except for the radon thingie which I accidentally (really!) forgot and left in the bedroom with hubby. Didn’t matter. He still slept through it.
By then, I was curious and was thinking of dozens of horrible scenarios that would cause a massive power failure that would test Americans’ ability to survive. (This, by the way, is a common problem among writers who tend to have very active imaginations.) I started downstairs to turn on one of the battery-powered radios to see what was going on.
And then the power came on. Thank goodness. I went directly to the coffee pot and hit the On button. I never found out why the power was off. I never asked. But now I have a bunch of ideas for thriller novels, and I have a list of things I need to buy . . . just in case.