Kristy and I were without power for only 4 days. I think we both got it back sometime Sunday anyway. Honestly, I'm immensely grateful that's the worst either of us had to deal with, and I don't think either of us were that bothered by it to tell the truth. With her hobby farm, she has more than enough stuff to keep her busy and since I do relief work at a domestic violence shelter with a nonprofit agency, I was pretty much on call that whole week. Usually I was so tired by 9 o'clock I'd collapse on my bed with my shoes still on.
It could have been so much worse. We actually had a tornado that was on a collision course with our town right before the power went out. This tornado was on a track that covered about 1/3 of AL. I have never been more grateful for living in the foothills of northern Alabama. I honestly think that it was one of the many small mountains around here that allowed the tornado to circumvent us.
Driving and getting gas weren't picnics during the day, but law enforcement and the people were great around this time. Looting was minimal and people followed the curfews that were put in place. From what I could see through where I work, people were really making an effort to help one another. I especially saw this where I worked. Two of my coworkers lost their homes; one of them simultaneously having to cope with her mother's death out of state. One of my coworkers had to bury her sister's family. We all pulled together to try and make it easier for them: accepting extra shifts to cover for them, providing places to crash for a few days, cooking...They're coping better now, but we still have some shaky moments.
On a lighter note, I am immensely grateful that all I had to deal with was some food loss, having to become creative in our cooking methods, and
actually having to interact with my family for entertainment. I gotta tell you, Monopoly, Uno, and Scrabble by candlelight is an epic battle of wits and wills in my house.