The Universe Did Its Worst.

I know my brain has been poisoned because an earthquake shook LA Friday night, and mid-quake my very first thought was “Oh boy, here come the tweets.” 

I heard the earthquake coming down the street and then it rumbled through my house like a train. In 2020 everything is on. Like on Saturday, a blackout occurred while I spent the day at my brother’s house. My WiFi-starved nephew kept himself entertained: 

I went home for dinner only to have my power go out. Hours later, when it finally came back on, my cable was still out for the night. 

Every blackout is a reminder that you drunk-ate the good granola bars out of the earthquake kit two years ago and never restocked them. Make a note