On Friday around 6pm a storm blew through my town. It took lots of trees and all of the electricity from my street with it.
I like to think I'm a tough girl and that I could fight my way living in a post-apocalyptic world, but after living without electricity for 48 hours, I realized I have a lot of toughening up to do. I rallied pretty well. I woke up early on Saturday to get the house and yard cleaned up. I took care of all the food in the fridge and then went out and bought $65 dollars worth of batteries. I know, that sounds like a lot but they were all needed. By noon I was all set for a long night without power. On Sunday morning I refilled the coolers with ice and then spent the day with my dad. And although living without power wasn't terribly hard, I did do a lot of whining. There can be no whining is a post-apocalyptic world. If I can't make it 48 hours without whining about the lack of power I'll never make it longer than 1 hour after North Korea unleashes it's wrath.