Here's the skinny. Here in Dream Academyville, we've been having well nigh torrential rainstorms the past day or so. They were really bad last night when I went to sleep. Apparently, during the night the power went out for me and almost 600 of my closest friends. Now, I have a battery back-up alarm clock, but a couple of weeks ago I took the batteries out to put them in my remote control and forgot to replace them. So, I woke up about half an hour before my first class this morning and started rooting around in the gloom trying to figure out what happened.
Now, did I rush up to campus with my hair in a rat's nest, no make-up, and two unmatching shoes just to teach my eager young minds in my morning class? Hell no. I called the power company on my cell (b/c my cordless phone didn't work) and found out that it wouldn't be on for another couple of hours. Then I called the dept. and told them to put a note on the door saying it was cancelled.
Do I feel guilty? Not a bit. It's only one 50 minute class. We'll have tons more of them.
Slightly off topic, but sort of related to natural phenomenon and sleeping in, I was having a dream about doing research at a famous research archive in an earthquake-prone zone. You know the one I mean.
It reminded me of the first time I did research there as a graduate student. I was getting my reader's card, etc. and the lady went over the earthquake procedure with me.
Lady: This is where you'll meet up if there's an earthquake. If you don't come there, we'll know that something's happened to you.
MW: Great. Sure. No problem; good to know.
Lady: And don't try to save the manuscript.
MW: (*guffaws loudly at the joke*)
Lady: (*gives MW a tart look to communicate that this was no joke*)
MW: ...um, I just mean that I could see the headlines:
"Dedicated medievalist's corpse found lying atop a slightly smooshed but still intact fifteenth-century manuscript."Lady: (*replies deadpan*) We would name a small travel grant after you.