Flanked

The CFB attack yestereday was just a diversionary tactic of the Universe. Though we were all exhaused, we fought off wave after wave of long range calls and short range emergencies. We thought this was the main push. We were wrong.
I get off work, tired but satisfied that I had won a great battle. I get to the remains of my home, which I thought was recovering nicely. Turns out, I only get to have power in my kitchen. The Universe convinced the contractors that my entire home, plus the heating/cooling unit were all ran through three fuses in an antiquated fuse box. The contractors tell me that they cannot turn on power to the rest of my sub-standardly wired house. No power, no A/C.
Meanwhile, Frank returns from a transport to Duke University to find that his keys have been abducted by agents of the Universe. Frank is force to pay an exhorberant fee to have a copy of his truck key made. Frank retired to his base of operations so he could rest and refit.
My wife and I soldiered on with help of Vitamin X. Painting our downstairs by the small glowing circle of a work lamp, we continued to prepare our home for reoccupation. I am sure we did a good job despite the unusual working conditions. Then again, we could have been influenced by the mood enhancers.
The day was not a total loss. I took possession of my replacement transportation. A 2001 Pontiac Aztec in very good condition.
This has been a Goader report from life's front lines.
Mood holding strong. Tomorrow is another battle. Don't give in my comrades, keep fighting. Just remember:
SMILE! It really pissed the Universe off!