I thought I heard the doorbell this morning when I was just barely up and functioning, and went to check just in case. I opened the door to see my older next-door neighbor standing there.
He took one look at me and did a doubletake, then tried to recover by saying he’d tried to call first and nobody had answered. I explained that my hair was wet so, sorry about that, no ears in yet. We took care of what he needed–we’d already told him and his wife it was fine if they plugged their fridge and freezer into our system while some work was being done at their house, our meter’s running backwards these days, no skin off our noses, glad to help. His contractor was here and he just needed to plug it in now.
After I closed the door I fled to the bathroom mirror. Yup. It really was that bad. Ah, well, (gotta love Silicon Valley) at least the Google truck didn’t drive past just then to take pictures of the street to post online forever.