Last night, we finally came home to a glorious sight:
And it only took five days! 120 hours!
We also came home to the glorious sounds of 1) both televisions merrily blasting away, having apparently been on at the initial moment of derecho-fueled KABOOM, 2) our security alarm screeching at top volume, helpfully alerting us to the fact that it had lost power so...I dunno...go down to the basement to check things out. I'm sure everything is fine and not at all full of murderous hobos.
I really need to publicly and slobberiffically thank Tracey and Charlie for taking us all in this week, providing food and shelter and coffee and showers that didn't feel like getting doused with ice-cold razorblades. Oh, and fireworks.
(Please note the dead tree hovering over a power line in this photo. The composition suggests that the firework could be seen as a jubiliant celebration of the human spirit [love, friendship, childhood magic and new traditions, etc.] over both the thwarting efforts of nature and the failings of modern convenience...or simply a representation that we were really fucking stupid for sending explode-y type things up in the sky in the close vicinity of both.)
(Nah, it's the first thing. DEFINITELY THE FIRST THING.)