Just Another Spastic Sunday

Sunday
Wake up: roll around, relax, lazy it up. 
After a while, race time was rapidly approaching, so I gathered my stuff to settle into my very favorite chair and…BOOM!
No power.
Thus:  No race.  No Internet.  No computer.  No microwave. 
Enter cranky me.
Although I could have broken out the trusty pen and paper, my brain was much too consumed with the race I couldn’t see.  Now, my cell has internet, but I rarely use it. Honestly, I have no idea if it charges extra for each minute online or whatever.  I’m kind of museum-like when it comes to my phone. 
So, I just sat and read a Sookie book. 
Eventually, curiosity got the better of me and I just had to check the race on my phone.  Reckon I’ll find out how they charge on my next bill.  Super fun. 
Power comes back in time to see Tony Stewart celebrating a win.  Dale finished 10^th and moved to 4^th in points. Consistency is the name of the game in this sport.  Win when you can, but having consistently good finishes sets you up nicely for the chase. I know he probably wanted more, but steady wins these races in my book, and he’s got that going.
Consistency, however, is somewhat of a misfire when it comes to the rest of the day…unless we consider it consistently screwy.
With the power fueling my viewing pleasure and food-making technology, I’m back to my relaxed, lazy mode.  Until…
Pow! No cable. 
Thus: No television.  No Internet. 
And this is where we call it a day, curl up, and put on a movie that will de-stress and demolish the annoyances…like Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part II. 
No clue what was in the air yesterday, but everything was just completely spastic.