So I’m sure I’d planned to do something with my evening. It might have been productive — I’ve got a draft of a paper that wants finishing printed out and ready for my attentions — but probably not; after dinner, I walked down to the library to pick up a book on the history of coffee that they were holding for me.
Of course, shortly after I arrived at the library I was told that there was a tornado watch in effect, and that the library was closing for business until it was lifted. (They weren’t closing the doors — they’re apparently a designated shelter in such circumstances — but I’d be unable to check out my book for a while.) Since I didn’t feel like hanging out in a library bathroom for the next while, I decided to head home and try again tomorrow.
Of course, when I got home I found out that power was out in the neighbourhood. I’m still not unpacked enough that it was easy for me to find matches, though candles were quickly located; it took even longer before I found matches that worked, rather than cheap cardboard matchbooks from crappy hotel chains.
So by the time the power came back on, whatever it was that I’d planned to do had been totally driven out of my head. Maybe I’ll have better luck tomorrow.