2 hours ago · Life · 0 comments

It happened as we went about our nightly routine, our Golden Girls and Tiny Chef watched to cool down from the Serious Program we do before the jazz gummies kick in and wrap our brains in the dark and starry velvet of their loving embrace. The day being in the final turn of its wheel, this was less eventful than my previous power-outage reportage1 but no less noteworthy. Here are some things that happened, that I learned, and that I hopefully learned from: Overnight oats: Harder to make in the dark, ‘cause you gotta find the line on the little shaker-cup that theoretically indicates the limit of milk poured in2 prior to adding the oats themselves. Typically a one-person activity3 but presently a team sport, phone-flashlights held aloft, fridge-doors yoinked opened with such careful planning and speed of arm as are rarely seen in Illuminated Times. Difference in taste, texture, or color from being prepared in the dark: UNCLEAR. I am not a habitually nervous creature re: break-’em-ins…

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