From: oldernow@dev.null   
      
   The casino hotel stay morphed to an "AirBnb" rental. We got set   
   up there, then went out with friends all afternoon and through   
   dinner. A fair amount of ethanol made it to braincells thirsty for   
   a good time, but spaced out fairly intelligently, and accompanied   
   by water such that I've no hint of a hangover.   
      
   That said, it snowed last night, and there's no shovel I can see   
   accessible save for the fireplace ashes shovel. I texted additional   
   family arriving today to bring a shovel if they hadn't yet departed.   
      
   I never cease to be amazed by how quickly this existence rains   
   Murphy's Law....   
      
   My computer no longer had internet access despite still being   
   connected to the router, and the oven light was flashing, so I think   
   the power went out sometime last night. Restarting the router did the   
   trick. But the heating system also keeps reverting to some "hold"   
   setting that's not really warm enough given there was no heat for   
   however long during the power outage, and I've tried everything on   
   the thermostat's settings to rectify the situation. So I imagine   
   the property owner has some setting in place that keeps guests from   
   getting too crazy with the temperature.   
      
   Maybe my wife can figure it out, but she'll not be up for a while   
   given she had trouble falling asleep last night - which had the   
   happy side-effect of her being interested in.. um... you know....   
      
   Anyway... what the frick is it about this existence that demands   
   Murphy's unending presence? Between that and entropy, the effort to   
   persist in this dream that seems more like a nightmare can quickly   
   feel greater than the returns.   
      
   --   
   oldernow   
   xyz001 at nym.hush.com   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)