Apparently, there has been an accident on a nearby street. This means that our school (out of session for the afternoon) and three nearby schools (still in session) are without power, along with hundreds in the surrounding neighborhoods.
I could file papers; my filing cabinet requires no electricity. I could grade papers; my pens and pencils require no electricity. I could plan for the shortened schedule next week; I still have a hard-copy planner.
Nah. I head home, turn up the heat, turn on the outside lights so I don't come home later in darkness, and eat two giant bowls of leftover beef stew.
I hope power has been restored by the time I get back to work... or, maybe I hope it hasn't. There are worse things than coming home and going to bed early because, at my age and in my line of work, these are real-world goals.
