First the power goes out for a night, which is understandable, what with a blizzard hitting. Then it's restored. Then the cable and internet go out. Odd that this happens the day after the blizzard, but such is life. Then, as I was leaving for rehearsal (the Georgetown Gilbert & Sullivan Society's production of "A Midsummer Night's Dream" opens in two weeks!), the power went out again.
All of this would be fine if the cat could just grasp the concept of shitting in the litter box instead of on the floor nearby. Now my house is dark and cold and smells like crap.