That's pajamas, two sweaters, a scarf and two blankets.
The power started flickering Friday night, and died halfway somewhere around 4:00 a.m. Saturday morning, leaving me with two functioning light switches. Then those died too, and Anne's Great Blackout began. Summary: there are only so many hours you can sleep in a day, even when you're a snooze-a-holic like I am.
Cue Sunday morning, and the power is back on. Halfway.
Stove? Nope. Heat? Nope. Microwave? Nope. Fridge? Nope.
Computer? Yessir you betcha!
Can't eat a damn thing other than cereal or chocolate (everything else requires cooking or heating), but hell, at least I've got the internet.
Apparently this "half on half off" business is a problem for the door buzzer, as it's been going off constantly since 1:00 a.m. or so. Right now I'm at the point where I'd rip it out of the wall if I 1.) even knew where it was and 2.) could see what I was doing.
My thermostat only goes down to fifty. We're droppin' off the end of the world, folks!