Eight days

I am delighted to report that power was restored to our home yesterday morning around 9:30, eight days after we lost it due to an ice storm. My joy is somewhat bittersweet since there are still so many across my state without power, including some people that I know personally. Great progress has been made though, mainly due to the influx of line workers from surrounding states. Our area has also been swarmed by the National Guard, who are handing out much-needed living essentials like water, food, and fuel.

Since this marks the second extended power outage in our area in the last six months and both were weather-related, I can’t help but feel a little apprehensive about the future. I keep asking myself, “What’s next?” Hopefully, no matter what happens, we are a little more prepared than we were a year ago.

Pretty please

As I sit here on my generator-powered laptop, there is an electric truck parked in the street in front of my house. Its flashing lights are teasing me like the music from an ice cream truck on a hot summer day. Thing is, this feels nothing like summer. Tomorrow night is supposed to have a wind chill below zero.

Keeping my fingers crossed and tossing little prayers towards heaven…