I admit to being petty enough to envying the people on the other side of the street that still had power. How unfair, I thought, that I live on the wrong side of some boundary line I didn't know existed.
This too shall pass, I realize that even as I cope with a day of no electricity. By tomorrow at the latest things will be back to normal. So many people around the world have suffered worse disasters, so I've already left my pity party behind. No electricity just means an inconvenience to me, no air conditioning, no TV or radio, no automatic garage door opener. But it's also a reminder of how fragile my world is, and how little it would take to plunge my life, and the lives of my neighbors and friends, into real trouble.