So we worked for about an hour, and right as we were getting back to work after a break, the power flickered off again. So we turned the computer back on, and right as it was finishing starting up, the power flickered off again. So we turned the computer back on, and this time it started up, and right after we began the file recovery process, the power flickered off again. Then it flickered off and on several times as the computer tried to run check disk, until finally at about eleven o'clock, the power went out entirely.
So we decided to play Type-0 instead. This turned out to be pretty dangerous, because now that we've had a little taste of free time, it's that much harder to look ahead and not see the end of the work we need to do. The work which will now take longer, because we just spent a bunch of time not working on it.
Today's been super blustery, so we think some power lines probably got knocked out or something. Gaston called a little while ago because there's some Disneyland stuff going on (or not, more on that later), and he said when he was driving into town this morning, he literally watched the wind tearing branches off the eucalyptus trees and tossing them onto the highway. Yikes.
Anyway, at about one o'clock, Mom called. We were planning to call her anyway, so it was great timing, but the odd thing was that she didn't have any reason to call us--she just kept feeling like she needed to. Well, we were planning to call her, so maybe it had something to do with that. I don't know. As it turned out, the power came back on while I was on the phone with her, so maybe she called to share her electricity.
We finally managed to get back to work, and we were back in, "Oooohhhh nooooo, we have no time for aaaanythiiiiinnnnng!" mode when we got a knock on the door. It was the missionaries! They came by to ask if they could schedule an appointment to come over and share a message. Well, that's cool, it's always nice to have the missionaries over. We just usually don't because they're not supposed to be alone in a house of all girls. I guess they'll bring somebody from the ward when they come on Saturday.
And then they asked if they could do something for us. This is actually kind of a missionary thing, so it wasn't very surprising. Seriously, missionaries are all about service--if you need something done, call them! We've heard stories about raking leaves, mowing lawns...and that's all we've heard, but like I said, they're all about service.
It was just really odd, because we had two different people (or sets of people) contact us about...something. It's like the Lord is telling people we need help with something, but we have no idea what we need help with! And so, because we're paranoid, we're a little worried that we're missing something important. But right now we have a bunch of work to do, so we don't have much time to think about it.
Today I'm thankful for the power coming back on, the power not being out for too too long, being inside out of the wind, having a lovely phone conversation with Celeste (and Mom too, of course), and getting to play Type-0 today.