Power Outage

I woke up this morning at 8:15 after 10 lovely hours of sleep. (I went to bed at 10:00 last night, tired after a long week and three days spent fighting a cold.)

The problem? I was supposed to wake up at 6:15.

Mysterious forces are conspiring such that I may never actually meet Jon face-to-face. The Maribelle’s 5K was this morning and as far as I know, he was planning to run it. I was also going to get a chance to talk to Lance, a local race photographer and editor of a local running publication, about taking photos for him.

I was planning to run as well, but yesterday decided not to because I’m still rather congested and lethargic from this cold. So I emailed Jay, who was organizing the race, and asked if he needed any volunteers. I didn’t want to run, but still wanted to meet Jon and Lance. So I told Jay I’d be there at 6:45.

I overslept. Just like for the Lunar Rendezvous Run a month ago. But GET THIS: I overslept because my alarm didn’t go off because my power went out at 4 a.m.!!

See what I mean about the mysterious forces conspiring against me?? I went to bed at 10-freaking-oclock. That’s a full eight hours of sleep. I’d be hard-pressed to sleep through an alarm after a full eight hours.

Making matters even more bizarre and frustrating is that I actually heard my power go out at 4 a.m. but didn’t register what it was. Because of this cold, and having to breathe through my mouth, my mouth has been annoyingly dry all week. Last night I drank tons of water, and woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. As I climbed back into bed, I glanced at the clock: it glowed solid and read 3:55. I laid down, and as I was falling back asleep I heard my computer beep as if it had just turned on, and heard the air conditioning skip a beat.

I heard it but didn’t think about it until I woke up with the sun streaming in (always a bad sign if you were supposed to be up before the sun). My clock was happily flashing “4:13” and the microwave just said “0.” My battery-powered clock, however, said 8:15.

In the three years I’ve lived here, I can count the number of times the power has blipped out on one hand. Until last night, it had always been during a thunderstorm. It’s truly bizarre, I can’t get over it.

Next weekend I’m taking photos at a race in Galvestion.

I’m setting every freaking alarm I have.