I'm sure a few other things were off today, but the main problem was that the power went out at our house (but no one else's) while we were shopping this morning. As I may have mentioned before, it's hot here. Not having a fan all day was a real pain. Good thing we have neighbor friends and Tim could go plug our blender in for a second over there. We had another friend over for lunch and managed to proceed as normal (except for that blender).
I'm so tired of not knowing where anything is, and I'm tired of everything breaking. I don't want to live in a house where things are rigged to work in inventive ways. I miss my home in Charlotte today.
It seems like I've been fighting all day not to break down in tears or lash out in insults. I spend half an hour regaining my composure only to lose it again in 5 minutes. How many times have I been through that cycle today? At least 4. Am I going through culture shock all over again?
The power is back on after 7-8 hours. I'd better go start the laundry over again. It turned off in the middle of some cycle and has been sitting wet all day. Please pray that God would give me freedom from this irritability and doomsday disease.