It recently dawned on me that power outages today are much different than my childhood memories. I don’t remember any when I lived in California. All the childhood memories of them are in Washington. When power outages meant freezing cold temperatures, needing to start a fire.
Now power outages mean rotten food, and heat stroke for both people and dogs. I’m clearly not going to freeze to death at 55 degrees.
Of course it should be noted that as a child I thought the power was connected to the toilet and thus I could not go potty when the power was out because flushing was not possible.
The moral of this story is A. You can flush the toilet if you lose power. B. Be happy if you don’t live in the desert and lose power.