But it was withheld by burned out breakers leading from the meter to my unit. A deadline loomed yesterday with intermittent to zero electricity starting early in the morning and followed by a carnival of fun contacting and/or coordinating my Home Owners Association, an electrician, and the city Public Services.
Through God's mercy and sheer persistence, I had new breakers by 5:00 PM. Only then was I able to resume writing, typing on until the street outside was actually quiet—very unnerving. (You suspect something.)
Off to the shoulder doctor this morning then back home for more writing. Ah, but I'll have power, sweet power.
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Shoulder on!
I have it right up against the grindstone.
I reccomend quills, ink pots, parchment and candles, you know, just in case.
Plus carrier pigeons to get it to the client.
Maybe you should deliver your pitch material that way, show the exaecs you have originality.
Not a bad idea.
Plus the pigeons' could leave a little calling card.
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