...I'll be screwed. The water was off for about seven hours yesterday (due to a water line break about a half-mile from the house where, I swear, the water department has "fixed" four times in the last six weeks) and you'd think we were both in "the box" right out of some prison camp movie. I've never been so thirsty, even though we had plenty of refrigerated soft drinks and juices. I wanted water, dammit. Thankfully, just as I was crawling across the living room floor, a mirage of an oasis swimming before my eyes, the water came back on. Sweet, sweet water. Of course it looked like Lipton's Tea, but it was wet.
Add this experience to the (I'm not making this up) 8 times our electricity has gone off this year.
Bring on Mad Max/I Am Legend/The Stand. I'm ready. As long as there's air conditioning.
Dave likes the Dead Earth sequel. Now we're waiting on comments from our first readers.
Then we'll see what happens. Regardless, I feel good about it. We're ready to map out the next entry in the series.