The outage began around 8 PM, which is before the H gourmet dining hour. Ill equipped I settled for rabbit food--an avocado, blueberries, cherry tomatoes, and a cucumber. No electricity still, my scheduled Catfish (the documentary) date with C.A.H. was ruined. Or maybe that was canceled when he decided not to return to our powerless palace and instead spend the night at the freely-flowing-electron-home of his buddy?
I sat on the porch and socialized with neighbors before heading indoors to play with the noisy family puppy. We sprawled out on the floor, for it is the coolest place. Hoping the Home Run Derby would spontaneously appear on the television, I relocated to the couch, lounging while fall scented candles burned all around me, falsely advertising cooler weather around the corner.
It was this day, this moment in time, I realized I am disgustingly reintegrated into American culture.
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