Well, I have some further developments on the power outage. It seems an electric cord broke and landed on a car, which caught fire, and melted the asphalt underneath it. The sirens I here were the fire truck’s wails. Mystery solved!

I’m still not very good at remembering dreams again. It takes about two weeks for me to regain the talent. I do remember bits of last night’s dream though, even though, like most dreams, it’s really “this morning’s” (But is that catchy? No.)

All I remember is our business manager looking at my check and saying “and don’t forget to count off those two hours you missed this week.” I started to argue with her — I hadn’t missed two hours — and then I woke up. When I looked at the clock, it was 8:00am, ten minutes after I usually leave for work. (Damn snooze alarm.) Since I’m never one to fuss over myself, I was out the door ten minutes later. I was only ten minutes late to work. God bless my poor habits.