I am writing this at my husband’s work, charging up the laptop and cell phone whilst blogging. I am one of the 533,000 people in Seattle still without power. The neighbors a few blocks down have power, enough to juice up their five-foot Christmas Around The World globe.
Some people have said stupid things like, “It’s just like camping!” or “I know how the homeless people feel!” The only time I’ve ever slept outdoors was when I fell asleep in my car during finals week because I was too tired to make it up the steps. And this is nothing like that because I had a warm home welcoming me in.
Mike was ready to fire up the bbq and make a 36-egg omelette, but it was time to toss it out along with cheese, milk and frozen food (you’re in a better place now, organic blueberries). All this waste is breaking my heart.
Mike turned to me last night and said, “I don’t know what’s crazier, this storm or you asking, ‘Is it the End Times?'”