I saw this on Facebook. It reminded me of a morning recently. It was quiet. It’s that weird sensation when the fridge quits running? Yeah. Quiet like that.

Just like that, I decided we were having a blackout. No prob. I’m flexible. I can read, knit, play piano, diamond painting, write.

I went in the living room and pulled out Morning Pages and started writing.

About an hour into it my husband walked into the room. I said, “I assume the bill got paid and this is just a blackout.”

He sweetly pointed to the kitchen lights glaring at me.

I had tears running down my face from laughing so hard.

I’m more resilient than I need to be!