I scavenged the kitchen for something to eat, but I couldn't cook anything, so options were limited. I tried reading by flashlight, but there's no really comfortable way to hold the light for very long at a time. I did get through a couple of chapters, but I was also worried about batteries.
A lot of the time I just gazed out the windows at the storm. I saw that at first there were no lights anywhere around me, but after an hour the area to the south seemed to have been hooked back up. I thought I saw some light in the west, but it could have been car lights. To the north and east (Santa Rosa proper) there was nothing I could see.
When the thunder and lightning started, I positioned myself at the loft window to watch. We rarely get this kind of show, and it was entertaining for awhile. It also might explain what I'd earlier thought was a thump on the roof. That could have been the first clap of thunder.
Eventually I fell asleep in the recliner. At 1:00 am I called PG&E one last time, got the same message, and crawled into bed. I was absurdly hopeful that by morning the power would be restored. It was still dark when I woke up at 6:00 am, so I made another call. The message had changed. "We are aware of your outage," the voice said, "and our crew is expected on the site by 12:01 am, December 16."
Gosh, thanks, I thought, that's only eighteen hours from now!
I went back to bed and slept until 11:30. This time when I called they said they expected to have my power restored by 12:01 am, December 17. I didn't believe it, though. I think that was just a worst-case projection, to keep me from complaining if I was without power all day Sunday and Monday. Not that anything's going to keep me from complaining, of course.
If there's a life-threatening emergency, PG&E recommends calling 911. So that's my choice, wait for the power company to fix things on its own schedule or get the emergency service system involved. Out here in the country, there's no running water without electricity. No shower, no shave, no flushing of the toilet. That situation wouldn't be life-threatening for a few days yet. I do have drinking water, so it could have been worse.
After I got out of bed, I called Mom to let her know the situation. Of course she invited me to spend the day with her, but I don't really mind the daytime in a powerless house, as long as I can keep enough clothes on to stay warm.
I spent the daylight hours reading and writing, and trying not to think about a Monday work day with no computer. Besides, to leave the house I'd have to get my car out of the garage without the electric door opener. That would mean wading through the flooded garden to the side door and pulling the overhead door up by hand. At this point, too much trouble.
I haven't been alone the whole day, which is good. Mom popped over this afternoon with some hot coffee and a happy meal. (Well, it made me happy.) And my landlord swung by on his way to rent a motel room for the night. He said he'd tried to buy a generator to run the well pump, so that at least we'd have running water, but the stores are sold out. I also had a comforting call from my friend Jeannie in Florida, checking up on me. It was good to hear her voice.