Hopes were high as we drove back to check on our house. Most of West Seattle seemed to be retuning to a relative state of normal. Streetlights were on, businesses open, with each passing block our hopes rose… tonight we might get to sleep in our own beds.

Power has been restored to within ONE FUCKING BLOCK OF MY HOUSE. Yep. The houses across the back alley have power; the folks at the end of the block have it too. Us? Our block is still cold and as silent as a tomb. Now as if to add insult to injury, the houses at the end of the block all have their damn Christmas lights on too as if to mock us and our poor placement on the power grid.

Fuckers.