if anything can go wrong, it will...

... or so murphy's law states. anyway, it usually applies to me.

we had a power outage on tuesday for about two hours. nick is unhappy with our power company, as this sort of thing happens about once every couple of months or so (and sometimes more). he says it would be nice to be in a more civilized area, where the electricity wasn't always going out.

i made fun of him (until i realized i couldn't make lunch because we had no stove or microwave and no bread for sandwhiches).

i told nick we should be amish; at least they aren't paralyzed when there's a power outage. unlike us, they have water, and can cook. not to mention they save hundreds of dollars by not having to pay an electric bill for an electric company that didn't work all the time anyway...

nick reminded me that the amish don't have power outages, because they don't have power in the first place.

"you know what i mean!" i snapped. he grinned. he loves to "wind me up", as he calls it. i don't think amish women snap at their husbands. i don't think i'd last long as an amish woman.

but at any rate, the power came back and i forgot about it.

until the next morning, that is. early in the morning, i was jolted awake by nick's panicked voice saying, "what are you doing?! it's 6:20! you're supposed to be at clinicals!".

i look at the clock, which says, "4:30 a.m.," and tell him so.

"it's SIX TWENTY," he says again, with emphasis. "Didn't you reset the clock after the power cut?" he asked.

now, i'm awake. really awake. "what?" i say, stupidly. i look blearily at his clock (which has the right time). it says 6:20. i rub my eyes and look again, as if that will change anything. it doesn't, of course.

i sit bolt upright in bed. it's amazing how you can go from being in a dead sleep to wide awake in less than a minute.

i panic. i have the drill seargeant for a teacher, and i'm late for clinicals. "what am i going to dooo?!" i wail.

nick rubs my back and trys to calm me down. i calm down enough to gather my thoughts and call the hospital to let them (and my instructor) know that i will be late.

i then get ready in record time (15 minutes) and race to the hospital, almost hitting two deer that decided to jump out in front of me.

that would have been too ironic. i guess i would have still ended up at the hospital, but not quite in the way i had planned.

at any rate, one hour later, i arrive, and still make it in time to hear the end of shift report from the night shift.

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other that getting "the look" from my teacher, nothing was said. at any rate, we were kept over for 45 minutes that day, and half an hour the week before... so i guess i'm even...

and lucky. i guess it turned out okay in the end.