I count myself lucky to have only been without power for a little over two days. And I got gas without waiting in line, just by chance.
But so many others are still powerless (in more than one way, as one friend of mine put it), and in many cases, without homes, too.
It is bizarre to drive down bustling Nassau Street, seemingly so normal, then turn off onto a side street (those that are open), and see the devastation in many neighborhoods.
I send you all some symbolic chicken soup, and hope your literal and figurative burdens are lifted soon!