I woke up Sunday morning thinking this whole storm was a bust.
I didn't see any serious weather outside my window, really.
Anything that looked treacherous. "What a bust!" I announced and sort of chuckled at myself and the weathermen who were documenting every second of Hurricane Irene.
That was three days ago and I should have known better because I have been without power for three days since.
I have to be grateful, really. No one is hurt. Everyone is ok, we have food and we have money to buy food and each other to keep company. Half of the town I live in has power and half does not. My little store has power and Internet today and I'm back to work.
BUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WILL SOMEONE PLEASE PUT THE POWER BACK ON SOON BEFORE I LOOSE MY FRICKEN MIND.
I've never experienced this for this long before. If you'll indulge my selfish whims for a moment:
Things I'm freaking out over:
- No TV. You know I'm having withdrawal. Three days and counting.
- Cold showers. Are you kidding me? No, just no.
- No Air Conditioning. No Internet. And did I mention NO TV?
- It's fine during the day, but when the lights go out all bets are off. Candlelight begins to become less romantic.
- We have a generator, but it's keeping some food cold in the garage refrigerator and our sump pump working in the basement. We plugged in phone chargers and a lamp but nothing major. I'm actually JEALOUS of my friends who have power.
- I feel completely discombobulated and disconnected from my life. You begin to question how dependent we are on the modern conveniences of electricity. If this is a test I FAILED.
I'm off tonite to a hotel. Screw this.
Last I heard, power will be restored by Saturday.