balbonics

Some transformer exploded somewhere in the west end. No, I wasn’t affected (am guessing am connected to the hydro towers across the street), but Richard was. He’s just glad the air conditioner had been on earlier in the day, so his apartment managed to stay comfortable, and apparently he’s still alive when the power came on 3 harrowing hours later. Hope his nap lasted at least that long. And the Queen, the state dinner! Hope she made it through the few seconds before the hotel generator kicked in. And no, I wasn’t here yet when the great jellyfish attack caused the great blackoot of 2003, was it? So the only noirs en dehors I’ve encountered so far are Earth Hour and that little power outage we had at Sadie’s and my old crib, but the real tragedy there was Vida panicking and calling 911.