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after the ice storm
Feb. 13th, 2008 10:34 amAdam did get home safely, although he slipped while opening his frozen car door. He takes it much better than I do. His skull is lined with fat padding, a genetic trait. He's never gotten a concussion because of it.
Sometime around 3:30 AM, there was a total blackout. The only source of light I had was my cell phone, which I used to navigate to the bathroom and back. Adam slept through it all. I left a voice mail for my boss saying that I'd definitely be late, because there was still too much ice and it would be deadly walking to the bus stop. I went back to sleep, woke up around eight. I waited until the rain got warmer, around 8:30 -- two hours later than my usual wake-up time, and 8:30 the time I should have been already in the office. The power returned about then. I got dressed and left my house. I I did slip once, but it was on a small hill while trying to get to safer ground, and it was easier to manage than asphalt, I could grab things. My panic only flared a little. Everything was coated in ice, even the dirt and the grass and the trees. But there were places where it was merely wet, and safe. I made it to the bus stop just in time. It had taken me twenty minutes to get from my house to the bus. It usually takes me five minutes.
I had a very unsettling dream, shortly after the blackout: Luna had burned half her face after sniffing at a candle, and I was running through the house holding her, looking for a piece of paper with the emergency vet clinic's number. She seemed very calm, purring and occasionally licking my cheek. There was no power in the house, so I was using my cell phone to call 411 information. The operator, an old woman, wasn't helping at all and kept trying to make small talk. Adam was following me, telling me to calm down, it would be all right. I jolted awake as something climbed over me. It was Luna, looking beautiful as always. I murmured something in relief and pulled her to me and snuggled her.
Downtown DC is fine, just raining a little. I am more worried about the Mixing Bowl, a large portion of road in the Virginia/DC metro area, the Springfield interchange: "the infamous highway intersection where I-95, I-395 and the Washington Beltway collide in a mix of concrete, steel, on-ramps, off-ramps and often a very large number of automobiles." Cars had been stuck there since four in the afternoon yesterday, trapped by the ice storm, running out of gas and heat. At 11:30 PM, there was still no relief. Emergency crews were preparing to rush food and blankets because nobody could move. If anyone knows how it went, please let me know.
Fibro flare all over, shape of Earth. My shoulders and legs feel very heavy and painful. Flexeril helped me sleep last night, though.
Sometime around 3:30 AM, there was a total blackout. The only source of light I had was my cell phone, which I used to navigate to the bathroom and back. Adam slept through it all. I left a voice mail for my boss saying that I'd definitely be late, because there was still too much ice and it would be deadly walking to the bus stop. I went back to sleep, woke up around eight. I waited until the rain got warmer, around 8:30 -- two hours later than my usual wake-up time, and 8:30 the time I should have been already in the office. The power returned about then. I got dressed and left my house. I I did slip once, but it was on a small hill while trying to get to safer ground, and it was easier to manage than asphalt, I could grab things. My panic only flared a little. Everything was coated in ice, even the dirt and the grass and the trees. But there were places where it was merely wet, and safe. I made it to the bus stop just in time. It had taken me twenty minutes to get from my house to the bus. It usually takes me five minutes.
I had a very unsettling dream, shortly after the blackout: Luna had burned half her face after sniffing at a candle, and I was running through the house holding her, looking for a piece of paper with the emergency vet clinic's number. She seemed very calm, purring and occasionally licking my cheek. There was no power in the house, so I was using my cell phone to call 411 information. The operator, an old woman, wasn't helping at all and kept trying to make small talk. Adam was following me, telling me to calm down, it would be all right. I jolted awake as something climbed over me. It was Luna, looking beautiful as always. I murmured something in relief and pulled her to me and snuggled her.
Downtown DC is fine, just raining a little. I am more worried about the Mixing Bowl, a large portion of road in the Virginia/DC metro area, the Springfield interchange: "the infamous highway intersection where I-95, I-395 and the Washington Beltway collide in a mix of concrete, steel, on-ramps, off-ramps and often a very large number of automobiles." Cars had been stuck there since four in the afternoon yesterday, trapped by the ice storm, running out of gas and heat. At 11:30 PM, there was still no relief. Emergency crews were preparing to rush food and blankets because nobody could move. If anyone knows how it went, please let me know.
Fibro flare all over, shape of Earth. My shoulders and legs feel very heavy and painful. Flexeril helped me sleep last night, though.
