I should have known things were going to be kind of dicey tonight. I left work and headed west to the pharmacy to get my Meloxicam. Half-way between the office and the pharmacy, traffic came to a complete halt. There was no visible accident and the stoplight I could see was working. That meant the blockage or whatever it was, was farther west, out of my sight. It wasn't until I got into Wheaton that the reason for traffic crawling was apparent. The stop light 5 blocks south of my house was not working. Looking at the businesses on that corner, they were all dark and people living in an apartment complex on the corner were sitting on their stoops, fanning themselves. Uh oh.
Continuing westward, I got to the pharmacy only to be greeted by a handmade sign, "Closed. No Power. Sorry." That means in the morning, I will have to dash over to the pharmacy to get my pills. I came home, did a load of wash and started hobo suppers in the oven. They'd cooked about 10 minutes and the lights flickered. Then they dimmed and then they went out. (Sigh) Ironically, I read in Monday's paper where the last two businesses without power from last week's storm had their power restored on Sunday evening. Com Ed was saying 100% restoration.
I opened the windows to let what little breeze there was flow through the house. It's warm but not broiling hot in the house. I had cut up some strawberries for supper so I ate them and just left the hobo suppers in the oven, figuring they would continue to cook even if the oven wasn't on. (The potatoes didn't get completely cooked and will have to be nuked tomorrow when I take one for lunch.)