My house didn't blow away, at least
Storms and blackouts are fun, for about five minutes or so.
The remnants of Hurricane Fiona dropped by this weekend, and she was in full eighties-hair-metal-band-trashing-a-hotel-room mood.

My own property didn’t suffer any damage beyond a downed tree branch, but I also was without electricity for a few days, and it followed the standard blackout time line: kind of fun for the first night, when you light candles and play board games, and then you wake up the next morning and realize you need coffee right now but the coffee maker won’t work without electricity and it’s still raining so you can’t even make instant coffee on the Coleman stove so yes I am in fact going to the only Circle K close by with electricity and lining up as long as it takes to get a large gas-station coffee because you do not want to see me without caffeine in my system and no I don’t know when the power is coming back and I told you should have downloaded some shows onto the Netflix app and maybe you could read…
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