We now have power (for the moment at least) after eight days without.

Friday, January 12:

I arrive home safely from my travel in Iowa. The weather is starting to do ice/sleeting rain, but I am just happy that I arrived home before it started. I go to the library for some books and videos in case we are snowed in. Later that night, I hear trees breaking off and transformers catching on fire.

Saturday, January 13:

I wake up to the pictures above. 80% of the trees in my neighborhood are ruined because they have been snapped into pieces or uprooted. Still, the power is on and I blissfully go about my day.

Sunday, January 14:

We don't go to church since the weather is bad. Later that evening, I am watching a show on PBS. The portion that I really wanted to see is coming up when...the lights go out. I am bummed, but think nothing of it.

Monday, January 15:

I decide to think of it as an adventure. After all, surely the power will come back on soon. My mom tries to round up wood to burn in the%