I haven’t gone crazy, yet. Everyone else has. Hurricane Sandy is coming. The Frankenstorm looms in the future and we are all prepared now. Sitting and waiting.
I’m bored with it already.
It can’t possibly be worse than last year, can it? Winter Storm Alfred, as it was lovingly called dumped a ton of snow, brought down trees everywhere and left us powerless for 9 days. This cannot be as bad, not for us.
At least it won’t be as cold?
This is going to interrupt my blogging plans. On the agenda for this week (if I don’t get cut off from the rest of the world for a prolonged period of time) will be a Letter to My Daughter on Her 13th Birthday, How to Plan a Hunger Games Party and 16 Hours in Lake Placid.
This is all dependent on me not losing my mind along with the power. When I can’t shower, easily get a cup of coffee and check my email, I get cranky. When I can’t vacuum, or flush a toilet or eat something warm, I get really cranky.
More than a few days of that and I could easily go over the edge. Go ahead, say it. I’m spoiled. I’m okay with that.
I guess we’ll have to wait and see what Sandy brings.