Really, Nature? REALLY? No sooner do I move to the Northeast than it’s Perfect Storm time? And WITHOUT that cute Marky Mark, either! DAMMIT!
But don’t fret, my dear Hooligans, I shall survive. DSM and I were already used to living without a stove or a kitchen sink… because we have no kitchen. Seems The Concubine took a wild hair to have the whole damn kitchen torn out and redone… so if the storm gets really bad, I think this means we get to eat her first. It’s only fair, after all! And the contractor (who DSM says is named something that sounds like Mr. Havapissian and I insist cannot POSSIBLY be named that — I’m just not that lucky!) says the new kitchen should be done sometime next week, so it’s all good.
This is just a quick update before the fuckin’ “Frankenstorm” as the papers up here are calling it knocks out the power — back later with tales of looting and pillaging… and how the neighbors react to me doing it…