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.