upstairs, no downstairs and the derecho effect

so life according to my new obsession, downton abbey, goes something like this: the rich family lives upstairs, and rarely, if ever ventures downstairs, where the servants gather and work.  the carlsons do not have a downstairs, which means we do not have servants which is oh so unfortunate. the past few days would have been the perfect time, or at least, no less perfect than, you know, ALWAYS, to have servants.  for those not in the washington, dc area, a derecho blew through late friday night and wiped out power and therefore electricity and ac for the carlsons for three lovely, over 100 degree days. along with taking down trees and power lines, somehow, this derecho got into our apartment and destroyed what was otherwise a spotless, clutterless home. and left this in its wake.

did anyone else's apartment get caught in the direct line of this derecho's fire? such an interesting effect of the storm no?

so you see, today, i really think it would be wonderful to have servants, especially because tomorrow is a holiday and i can't be bothered with cleaning up after a storm's mess. and then it dawns on me, we do have servants. their names are david and grace. sigh. now here is when i wouldn't mind being mary crawley. carson, anna, help!!!

p.s. let's not pretend that downton abbey isn't anything more than a slightly glorified soap opera and glorified only because of its fabulous costumes and british accents. but hey, i'll take it!