The Day the Music Died
I love my little apartment in the redwoods, even with the occasional electrical glitch. Last week I ran the space heater, turned on the electric kettle and then ran off to blow dry my hair. This trifecta doesn’t happen often, but when it does I have to go around to the other side of my landlord’s home and flip a few breaker switches to turn the power back on. I only need to flip one, but I always forget which. Each time, as well as when the power goes out for any other reason