Sandy has passed and we're so grateful that we didn't suffer any damage to the house or ourselves, and the miracle is that we didn't lose power. Normally, a small breeze tends to knock the power out, so I'm still so shocked. SO SO SO shocked. I'm sure the hubs is so sick of me saying that, but I really am.
But aside from the storm, I was going through a rough time because my Dad was undergoing surgery. That's mostly why I was so afraid to lose power -- I wanted updates from home whenever my family had them, and I knew without power, it'd make it that much harder. He made it through surgery just fine and is now recovering. I'm still not really breathing a sigh of relief because I know there's a long way to go before he's 100% again. He's my daddy, and I worry about him. It's my duty.
And if everyone could think good, positive thoughts for my Dad, we would all appreciate it greatly.