And we’re back up and runnning. Yay!

Jim and Gordon stopped by this morning, with Gordon (the other manager and primary handyman, who’d been out of town this weekend) explaining to Jim just what had gone wrong with our power. Apparently there are two breakers on the troublesome circuit, one of which had popped — which meant that for half of our apartment, outlets that should have been getting 110v were only getting around 80v.

Gordon went down to the basement, flipped a breaker, and suddenly the kitchen lights brightened to full strength. They checked the garbage disposal to make sure it was working properly, then I went around the apartment flipping switches. Everything works!

So, we’ve got a couple hours left before we have hot water, but there should be enough for me to grab a (short) shower before I head off to work.

It’s nice not to come from a broken home. ;)

iTunesSon Of A Preacher Man” by Dusty Springfield from the album Pulp Fiction (1968, 2:28).

[See also: Broken Home | A Secret is Revealed | Books, sir…books. | Water shutoff - again | Make it stop! ]


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