In case anyone was wondering, I am alive and well here at the epicenter of the great ice storm of Ought-Seven. I have electricity again, but no cable or internet. My workplace is still powerless, as are many of my friends, and about half the city. New Guy lives in a part of town that still has all the amenities, so I'm checking in from his place.
This is the worst ice storm I've ever seen. And the strangest. It never iced the streets. Only the trees and power lines. My part of town looks like a bomb went off. My backyard is full of the neighbor's trees, but I'm one of the lucky ones. My neighborhood got its power lines buried last year, so I only lost electricity for a day, and I was able to kiss the cats, grab Pudge and head to New Guy's house for a night. I'm very lucky. It may be several days before many of my friends have warm houses again.
Okay, I still feel a little sorry for myself not being able to watch TV or check the internet, and I can't help fretting a little about whether Friday's paycheck will be arriving, but I am completely ashamed of myself for feeling that way. I know I'm lucky, trust me.
Please hold a good thought for all those here who are still in the cold and the dark. I'll check in again when I can.