I tried to write something constructive, but all I could do was write about the election and about my cat. Part of me has already retreated and frozen up, preparing for his death. I know this is wrong and that I should spend extra time with him, committing him to memory, but I've been holding part of myself back. I've never faced lingering illness in someone or something I loved before, only abrupt, catastrophic death.
The power came back on at 7:30 in the morning. I'm in the lucky minority. My sister has been without power for about 30 hours, and my parents won't get power for another few days.