Hanna Powering Down

The tattered remnants of Hurricane Hanna just entered my corner of New England. Since I live in a neighborhood filled with aboveground utility poles that fall over if you so much as sneeze on them, I’m giving 60 percent odds that I’ll spend a good chunk of this evening basting in a hot, humid, non-air-conditioned apartment where the rain won’t even let me open a window to let in a little fresh air.

And since the lights have already started flickering a bit, I’d better hurry and post this before losing power. A couple random observations unconnected by transitional devices since I lack the time to create them:

-- They say it’s better to light a candle than curse the darkness. As a talented multi-tasker I’m capable of doing both, but considering the temperature I’d rather avoid open flames, regress back to childhood and read by flashlight. At least I won’t have to hide under the bedcovers to do it.

-- If time travel’s ever invented, I’m going to find the guy who first decided that words like “hot” and “steamy” should be synonymous with “sexually appealing,” and slap the stupid right out of him.

-- I sincerely hope a bolt of lightning strikes my next-door neighbor’s hypersensitive car alarm and fries the components right out of it. However, as a kind soul who tries to avoid wishing harm on people, I’m trying to figure out a way this can happen without also frying out the rest of his car.

-- My attempts to do this have met with utter failure. I blame the heat.

-- That said, the worst I’m likely to suffer is a few hours of inconvenience and mild discomfort. Folks in places like Baton Rouge, Louisiana, apparently have it far worse.

Lights flickered again. Rain’s getting loud. I’m turning off and unplugging my computer. See y’all when I get back online.