Returning to my humble abode on Friday, after a full two weeks without power, was a feeling akin to what it must be like to win the lottery. I was fortunate to have no structural damage or burst pipes. That was some bad ass weather.
Gratitude is expressed in no particular order:
Thank You to friends and co-workers who listened to my whining as it became clear that I would be the very last one to have power restored.
Thank You to Sara for doing my laundry.
Thank You to Rita for taking me to lunch and baking me chocolate chip cookies.
Thank You to my sister for taking in hordes of toddlers and various bored and rowdy kids and their parents and managing to maintain a sense of humor through it all.
Thank You to the workers at McDonalds, Shoney's and the Heritage for being so kind and feeding me for the last two weeks.
Thank You to the two nice (and good looking) young men who sawed up the big mess of limbs in my front yard for $40.