The Insanity Continues

The house was very cold last night.  Didn’t sleep well, which was a good thing.  Because in my paranoia, I woke up at 5:30 am deciding I would attempt the same gas line we had left some eight hours earlier.  By 6 am I was in the warm car, charging my iPhone and waiting for the gas station to open at 10 am.  I was about the 8th car in line.

As 8 am approached, we learned that the gas station would not be opening at 10 am because their pumps were not functioning.  Indeed the station had no electricity – they were using generators to pump the gas.  The owner was waiting for a hero to arrive, in the form of an electrician-gas station savant.

So I waited.  And waited.  And worked.  And got sleepy.  And watched the cops direct traffic as the line quickly got longer and longer.  And I crossed my fingers that the hours of waiting would not be in vain.

Finally, at 11:45 it was my turn to get gas.  Yes, you read correctly.  Six hours to get gas.  It cost me $42 for a little more than half a tank (they were only pumping super unleaded).  But I didn’t mind.  I felt like I had won the lottery.  We had a full tank and the ability to travel about 300 miles if an escape to the country became necessary.

We are still without power.  But have rejoined the kids at my mom’s apartment for now and are doing laundry, relaxing in a heated apartment with lights and looking forward to a good night’s sleep.

The girls, on the other hand, are antsy.  They miss home and have way too much energy to spare.  My mom has been coping with their excess enthusiasm by sending them into the hallway to run back and forth, and back and forth.  And thanks to the video below, Chloe has finally realized that we were not lying when we told her that she looks funny when she runs.


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