Some time between late Sunday night and early Monday morning, the power went out in half of our apartment. It was the oddest thing; only the bathroom, closet, and half the bedroom were affected. I checked the tiny fuse box in the kitchen, and none of the switches were flipped off. Brandon later looked out the window and saw a couple of patrol trucks, so we surmised it’s probably not just us that’s having this problem. Since we still had some electricity, we were able to use the fan — a good thing due to the minor heat wave we’re having.

Later Monday morning, I stepped out of the apartment to head to the library, and the apartment’s hallway was pitch black. I used my little Maglite flashlight to navigate my way to the elevators, which, of course, were also out. So it was down the fire escape stairs I went. When I came back at around 4 p.m., I saw not one, not two, but three blue PG&E trucks outside the apartment, with the apartment manager milling about looking frazzled. This time, the entire apartment building was out of power, which meant no fans or electric cooling systems. I was close to melting. I took a shower, and then went to bed to sleep the heat off.

When I woke up, the power was back on. Brandon said that it was on when he came back around 6 p.m. However, the electricity was now being powered by a huge generator, presumably loaned from PG&E (Click here for a photo). The generator sound wasn’t too bad during the night, mainly because we kept our windows shut, and we’re higher up. I imagine it must be a lot louder on the lower floors.

So now it’s dry, hot, and loud. Well, at least we have the fan, as well as the Internet.