Day 1: The Freeze
March 7, 2014
It’s been a couple of hours with no power to the house and I don’t know how much longer we can last.
Rocco killed my phone right off the bat in a frugal attempt by me to gain a few precious minutes of sleep this morning – I should have known – should have known the droning beep of the computer’s power supply was a warning, foreshadowing things to come.
I was able to charge my phone a little off the auxiliary power from the laptop but fear Facebook will suck the remainder of what I have left in a desperate attempt to know there is life still out there on the internet.
The Well has run dry and the pump is out. The last drops of water were just flushed down the toilet – it was a crappy situation and one decision I didn’t lightly make.
The gas heat is still burning, however, I fear that it is a matter of time, maybe weeks, before that too will go…
The fleet of utility workers at the end of the street have at times dwindled leaving me to believe the ones left behind are the true heroes of this massive street wide state of emergency or they have died.
Jackie has resorted to scavenging the chips in the kitchen, reminding me – the kids need to eat. A funk permeates out his pants and now I’m faced with a task and an idea… Since the toilet has made its last flush, we will institute our first rule:
Mandatory diapers for all
Waddling classes will start shortly to help us who have not s*** their pants in a while to become re-accustomed and comfortable post-poo- I hear it isn’t like ridding a bike and an improper waddle will result in painful rashes.
Rocco has put down his tablet in favor of real toys – situation is grim.
Power is low – I fear writing this journal entry here was just another bad decision in an ever mounting list of system breakdowns. If this is the last time you hear from me, listen, Cynthia. You’re gonna get out of here, you’re gonna go on and you’re gonna make lots of babies, and you’re gonna watch them grow. You’re gonna die an old… an old woman warm in her bed, not here, not this night. Not like this, do you understand me?