Coming up the stairs just now to check on my Acrobat download. First hint is, it's suddenly quiet. No whine of the PC fan, no rush of air from the A/C units, monitor screen blank, can now hear the waves lapping on the beach from the lagoon. Oh S**t. Power out.
A few minutes later, in the time it takes for the guy to walk out of the back door of the guest house, open the door to the generator shed, bang on something and hit the switch, power starts returning.
The house doesn't wake up all at once. First I decide that the Wente cabernet has sat in the box long enough and needs opening, it is friday after all. Then listen to the sounds. First there is a single beep from the microwave. Then one from the alarm system. The freezer and fridge contribute low rumbles as the compressors kick in. The wall mounted A/C units in each room turn on one by one, each with two beeps and the rush of air from whatever fan speed they've been set at.
Back to status quo, air conditioned cocoon, bathed in white noise.
For those keeping score, a new (private) driver has been hired (after the old one stole the car while my wife was on vacation), he was to pick up the car from the impound lot today so we can get mobile again but the company drivers (and so the transportation staff) are on strike so no car. Got a ride to sailing for tomorrow so that's still on. Check this out, those drivers normally have access to eat in the company cafeteria, a significant benefit. When they're on strike they still come and eat in the cafeteria and then insist on their regular bus ride home too. Ay yee!
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