Again with the cutting of the power

This entry was written during one of the power cuts tonight, then posted here afterwards.

I'm writing this now so that I don't forget it later.

It's half two in the morning, on what insists on being called Saturday. The wind is blowing hard outside. Phil and I were having a discussion about this right before the power cut again. My guess is that, in the high wind outside, whatever repairs were done a couple of days ago have been damaged.

For the first time I can remember, I heard the wind roar. I don't mean leaves and branches being waved around, and I don't mean the constant shush. I'm talking about something that hums, and then moves from a hum to something deeper, something harsh that sounds full of malevolent intent.

Intent on ruining my chances of getting a cup of coffee to help me concentrate. Mother bitch.

I better get back to writing part two of the design series, before I fall asleep. Candles are lit, laptop is still working; hopefully my brain is too.