“I am somewhat exhausted; I wonder how a battery feels when it pours electricity into a non-conductor?”
~ Arthur Conan Doyle
The past few days I have blown up almost everything I have touched.
It happens occasionally. I don’t know why. I reach out to turn on a light switch and the bulb explodes. I host a webinar and instead of looking normal on the screen I look like a cosmic green disco figure with energy waves radiating off me. All green. All cosmic. So unprofessional. After which energy spikes render my webinar recording useless.The technicians can’t tell me what went wrong. They haven’t ever seen anything like this before. My computers melt down. My phone screen freezes. Electric doors at shopping malls refuse to open for me, or else go haywire. Street lights blow when I walk beneath them.
It’s confronting. And messy. And embarrassing. And expensive.
‘Don’t touch that!’ my husband will yell at me. ‘Let me turn that on. You go and sit down in the corner. Read a book or something. Have a nap.’
It always goes away eventually, this strange accumulation and disbursement of energy. But until it does, I am a liability to all things electrical.
Has that ever happened to you?
My life is so odd sometimes…
Today I shall work with pen and paper, and drink tea, and wait for this to pass.
