The wind is kicking up again and the rain essentially has stopped.
I took the opportunity of having power to make myself a real breakfast – eggs, bacon and toast – that hopefully will sustain me for a while should the lights go out.
United Illuminating reported a little while ago that more than 9,500 Fairfield households or businesses are without power; more than 91,000 throughout its coverage area. Internet service in slow, thus why I couldn’t access Connecticut Light & Power’s website to check the number of outages.
News 12 is reporting that numerous roads are closed throughout town and the water is rising and possibly could reach Old Post Road. That’s scary.
(And speaking of News 12, one of the anchors actually asked weatherman Paul Piorek if the eye and the center of a hurricane are the same things. She also felt a need to explain that the number of outages does not correlate with the number of people actually without power because more than one person may live in a house. Save me…Time to turn it off.)
Oh no, the lights are flickering.
I called my mother this morning at her assisted living facility in Shelton to see how she is faring. Her question to me: “Was there a storm overnight?” She slept through it all. I’m jealous.
My brother-in-law apparently decided to go for a run this morning in Newtown. Can’t wait to find out if the police escorted him home.
My cousin, who lives in nearby Bridgeport and only a few minutes from me, reported this morning that she has no power and the sliding glass door in her kitchen shattered into millions of pieces.
Playing this morning on FX was the movie “Me, Myself and Irene.” No kidding.
Apparently, the sun is coming out later this afternoon after Irene leaves.