Irene is a beyotch. Because she's left us with no power. Since Saturday.
It's Wednesday. That's 4 days. FOURDAYS!
Expected power restoration? Friday night/Saturday morning.
To say that I've lost my shit is an understatement. We've thrown out a fridge/freezer full of food, been hacking at the 3 downed trees in our yard, taken cold showers and watched Wiggles chase his tale for entertainment. Thank God for friends that have let me have a 5PM hot shower yesterday and today.
How does this make me feel? Completely out of control and anxiety-ridden. I'm a planner and this is certainly not in my plan.
It could be worse. I know. But it still feels awful right now.