On Saturday morning, I get a call from my husband, Garey, that the power outage from the night before has knocked our computer at New Image out of commission. “The phone line is out also, and the computer is saying NO SIGNAL,” he says. I tell him I’ll be right there, even though I was hoping to get the dishwasher loaded before work.
When I walk into the office, I find Garey under the desk with cords and surge strips in his hands. The computer is quiet, the screen blank. “Did you push the power button on the computer?”
“What power button?” he says.