Let me begin by stating I have never worn sweats over pajamas to run errands, but on February 13, 2021 in Dallas, Texas I did. I have lived here long enough to know if weather forecasters mention snow, grocery store shelves resemble the fields after a locust invasion.
I felt a bit silly as snow predictions rarely materialize here, but who wants to go without coffee anytime, especially when the weather is awful.
It was a quick trip, and I did not see anyone I knew; one of the few advantages of the mask – total anonymity.
Back home while unloading the groceries, birds, hordes of them, began to swarm overhead zigzagging crazily and chirping. It was a creepy moment and I wondered if mother nature was giving them a heads up.
The next day we woke to a cold house, and no power. It would be the first of three days, that I wore insulated underwear under pajamas, under fleece lined sweats, under a heavy fleece lined bathrobe.
I’m here to tell you Dr. Zhivago’s romantic romp in an ice castle is total bull.
We made it the first day with sterno can soup and coffee huddled with the cat in a room with a propane heater, open window and carbon monoxide detector. I was thankful to have fully charged laptops and extra power banks for phones.
We were fortunate as we had rolling electricity after a day and a half. During that time, a mad dash to prepare hot food and coffee to put in a thermos occupied our time.
Rick Perry said, “Texans would be without electricity for longer than three days to keep the federal government out of their business,”
Rick did not waste one nano second to work for the federal government after his failure at Dancing with the Stars.
When Trump’s ship sank, Perry joined the board of LE GP, general partner of Energy Transfer.
I’d bet my last cup of coffee, on February 14, 2021, Rick Perry was not in a sub-zero home wearing insulated underwear under pajamas, under fleece lined sweats, under a heavy fleece lined bathrobe.
Rick Perry can go straight to hell.