Home Sweet Dorm

Woot. I am back home. (FYI, I'm now referring to my dorm as home, and my parents' house as Kingwood). I have seen exactly six people on campus - most other people have to wait until Sunday to get back in. :D There is little food in the pantry, and it's rush-hour traffic right now, which means I'm waiting until tomorrow to grocery shop. That'll be fun.

Alas, I must go get the rest of the stuff out of my car...I've been stalling in the warmth. It's 43 degrees out, thank goodness. I was afraid we'd have more of that nasty, humid 80-degree weather. It's January, for goodness sake. Let it be cold!

I AM ALIVE!!!

I know, some of you were starting to wonder about that (whether I was still conscious, breathing, etc.). Eight days. That's how long I was without power and internet. (I think I may hate candlelight for a long time). Yeah. I was really, really bored. The funny thing is, I slept through the worst night of the storm. Don't ask how that worked. Maybe excess tryptophan in the turkey? Who knows. I was proud of myself - I stopped swatting dead light switches after the first 24 hours.

I am so, so grateful for electric lights. And gas stoves (which work through hurricanes, BTW). And refrigerators. And internet. And car-chargers for cell phones and laptops, even if the cell phone coverage stinks.

So now I'm back at my dorm. Which, um, doesn't have full electricity. It's running on generators, and has no AC. Yeah. I'm not sure this was the best decision of my life, but it was that or wake up at 5 am and drive down here for practice. Thanks so much for prayers of safety - we had one huge limb come down in our yard, but miraculously it didn't hit the house at all, and the cars are fine.

So here's the next call for prayer - electricity for my dorm, which conveniently enough, is the only dorm building without full power/AC/water. Oh yeah, did I mention no water? I worry about myself sometimes.