On second thought…

This morning I slept in, finally got up feeling lazy. I’d been sick all week, and insanely busy, but not today. Today, there was nothing on the list of things to do. Yeah!

Got some coffee, read a little, then finally reached for my iphone and noticed a text from my tenant. Oh, Oh! She sent it at 5 this morning. The breaker went again and this time her whole apartment is in darkness. My immediate response: why is this happening now!?! Couldn’t rouse her, so figure she’s already at work. Sent a bunch of texts, an email. Nothing. Don’t want to switch on the breaker because its the third time and this is supposedly brand new wiring. So I call the contractor who did the job – nothing, not even a voice message – has he left the country?
My panic escalates. Then I think (thank god for thinking!)… no fire, the rest of the house is fine…no flood… I have plenty of extension chords and there are other electricians in this town. After an hour, I’ve spoken with my tenant, found another electrician, finally got a message off to the contractor, and maybe even learned something I needed to know as a result of this imagined crisis. I learned that is wasn’t so bad, and that my tenant’s use of those outlets uncovered a potentially serious problem that was no longer serious as a result.
And I didn’t waste the whole rest of this beautiful day fretting about something that was really not that big a deal.


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