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!
Darswords 
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