#4278: STILL posting from the redoubt.
7:30 AM was 36 hours, it's now 12:30...[counts on fingers] that's 41 hours without power at the bunker.
Left the redoubt, went home, found no power even though the map at ComEd's web site said otherwise. As soon as I got out of the truck and heard the song of the neighbors' generators, I knew we didn't have juice. That didn't stop me from trying the switches, but it was already a tale plainly told.
Mrs. Fungus went and laid down while I gutted it up and tended to the refrigerator. Most of the meat was still (half) frozen but the ice cream and other prepared foods were lost causes. I cleaned out the perishable condiments and leftovers from the fridge, and then hit the gas station for two 22-lb bags of ice. I packed the salvageable stuff into the downstairs freezer and put the ice on top; that should keep it from going bad.
Came back to redoubt, with a lengthy stop at Portillo's first for some food. I haven't eaten anything for twelve hours, and Mrs. Fungus is in a similar state. But I've been suffering from pretty bad gut malf for the last 12 hours, so I don't have much of an appetite. What I really want is to go back to bed and sleep some more.
...which is what I'm going to do now.
Left the redoubt, went home, found no power even though the map at ComEd's web site said otherwise. As soon as I got out of the truck and heard the song of the neighbors' generators, I knew we didn't have juice. That didn't stop me from trying the switches, but it was already a tale plainly told.
Mrs. Fungus went and laid down while I gutted it up and tended to the refrigerator. Most of the meat was still (half) frozen but the ice cream and other prepared foods were lost causes. I cleaned out the perishable condiments and leftovers from the fridge, and then hit the gas station for two 22-lb bags of ice. I packed the salvageable stuff into the downstairs freezer and put the ice on top; that should keep it from going bad.
Came back to redoubt, with a lengthy stop at Portillo's first for some food. I haven't eaten anything for twelve hours, and Mrs. Fungus is in a similar state. But I've been suffering from pretty bad gut malf for the last 12 hours, so I don't have much of an appetite. What I really want is to go back to bed and sleep some more.
...which is what I'm going to do now.