Yesterday was not the same as today. Saturday night the power went out about 9:00...and it did not come back on until 1:24 yesterday afternoon. The reason I know the exact time was because I was sitting the clocks on the stove, coffee maker, etc.
We'd gotten a good bit of ice from late Friday night and into Saturday morning. Then Saturday night the rain, ice and snow returned with a vengeance bringing down tree limbs and trees themselves. The point where I lost power was close to the corner of my yard where it interdicted my neighbors yard...a tree in his yard came down taking out the electric wire(s).
The long and short of me talking about this is that I hate ice storms. I can deal with snow. I can deal with cold. But ice is just plain destructive. However, I am also thankful for the goodness of neighbors who had power and invited me into their home for warmth, coffee and breakfast. And for other neighbors who also had power and baked cookies and distributed them to those of us without power.
I came away from this event with a tremendous sense of community. In these very troubling times, these goodnesses are beacons of hope.