February 23, 2023:
Days without power. Weeks.
The wind blows, they shut us all down. Two hundred, six hundred, four thousand, twenty thousand of us.
I buy a very expensive UPS to keep the already spotty Internet from collapsing entirely. And a solar charger for the phone.
Trees are down. Roads closed. "Atmospheric rivers." Back-to-back-to-back, an assembly line.
The trees shake and drip. 200 foot pines, dropping 100 pound branches in all directions.
I hate hate hate hate fucking hate this fucking house.