D.O.P.-T.

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Friday the Thirteenth began on the traditional schedule. It was bucketing it when I was eating my breakfast last night - but was flagging when the housemate dropped my tardy self off at the bus stop - so I was able to admire the violet flashes the Thunderer was throwing all over the clouds. Sadly, I couldn't hear the thunder peals. Then when the bus passed the shopping center at Keily - darkness fell. Total blackout. Luckily the driver called out my stop . . . I managed to cross El Camino without traffic lights or street lamps, assisted by the unusual lack of traffic. Then the power came back on just as I set foot in the store parking lot. There was much rejoicing because this meant we could do the shift change on the computer. And - light. The manager stayed a while and eventually we got the computer that monitors the booths working again. But the one in her office that runs the security cameras had apparently vomited its memory. So no outside view. It proceeded to not be such a quiet night as it should have been. I may have gotten traffic meant for the liquor store or Seven-Eleven, both of whose staff had given up and gone home by the time the power came back; apparently it was a 2-hour outage. (I pity the Seven-Eleveners, they are going to have to dump their milk, sandwiches, and who knows what else.) The traffic lights still hadn't been fixed when I left the store, and there were several heavy showers during the night and it's about to do that again for the second time since I've been home, just in time for walkies. I trust Thunor won't aim at my housemate for that dirty trick she played on me for April Fool's.