fine whine

The lights came back on this morning sometime before the aforementioned 5a.m. target, but I'm not sure when. Jessica woke me up to point out that some of the lights were now on, ones that I'd switched on for this very moment to give us a better indication the power had returned.

I muttered something about it, and she re-set the clocks, the nine volt battery backups having long since given out. I, for my part, attempted to fall back asleep.

Today I'm tired. Tired of waking up early, tired of power outages, and tired that such a vital system has no failover or redundancy* built into it.

* Lest you think I'm misunderstanding the concept of redundancy, last night while I walked around with a lit candle, I also carried a flashlight.

I only tripped and snuffed the candle out once, but in darkness once is more than enough.