Here's a little timeline for you:
9:01 PM - Getting ready to hit the sack (theoretically).
12:45 AM - The time I actually peel myself away from The Demon's Lexicon to head upstairs.
12:46 AM - Turn on hall light, huge flash of electricity instead of normal light. Ruh-roh.
12:46 AM - Panic a little, (Yup, I'm a mystery writer, slasher award winner who's completely terrified of the dark.) and race up the stairs to turn on bathroom light. No dice.
12:48 AM - In a moment of unprecedented bravery I attempt to brave the basement solo to inspect the fuse box. Saw this this skitter across the floor and high tailed it back upstairs. Yeah, scared of the dark AND bugs. I'd be the worst contestant on Fear Factor ever.
12:48 AM - Assess my options.
a) Do nothing and sleep in a house that may burn to the ground before morning.
b) Wake husband who won't actually be able to fix anything (he's missing that man gene) but will be able to do an insect check before I hit the back room.
c) Refresh my e-mail and check StatCounter.
12:49 AM - Complete option c and proceed to option b.
12:52 AM - Unable to make any progress with fuse box.
1:01 AM - Finally give up and head upstairs.
1:02 AM - Try not to think of the Bloody Mary game while I'm brushing my teeth and washing my face in the dark.
1:05 AM - 6:03 AM - Very restless sleep. Dream of electrical wires sparking, fires raging and books publishing.
6:04 AM - Emergency call to 24-hour handy man hotline (aka my dad). The situation is deemed electrician worthy.
6:07 AM - Call electrician.
6:08 AM - Right this very moment - Wait.
So yeah, I'm waiting. And waiting. And waiting. While I'm waiting I'm having deep conversations with the universe. Putting good vibes out there for a cheap fix for the electrical problem amongst other things. So if you have time send some good vibes our way today. We need them!