I have lights, water, internet and gas. Most of the stores are open and for the most part things appear to be back to normal.
Well as normal as it is driving through piles and piles of dead and broken trees and branches gathered together as if a mass funeral for the trees that fell in Dean path.
As normal as it is standing in line at Wendy’s (that is leading outside the door by the way) and realizing that the reason it is so hot is not because of a faulty air conditioner unit, but because the place is being lit by a generator and just doesn’t have electricity.
And there is no way that being under a state of emergency could ever be considered normal. (the government has a state of emergency in to safe guard against looting and other such mischief.)
And watching the news at night is testimony alone that things are not quite normal. There is so much destruction south of Kingston that I have to say a prayer for those poor people and alternatively say Thank God that my family is safe and sound and the roof and windows are on tight.
So even though I feel safe in my little bubble in which I include a lot of my friends I still have wonder at the surreallness of my state of normal.