There was an eerie sense as I opened my eyes the other morning. Something wasn't right. As my eyes focused, I realized that none of the usual lights were on. No digital numbers on the clock radio, no telltale glows from the chargers plugged into the wall and no ambient light from the street.
No power. I went to the window and confirmed the troubling suspicion. No power.
At one time I would have not been unduly troubled by this disturbance. My faith in the anticipated momentary return to normal would have prevailed. But then there was Sandy -- and twelve days without electricity.
What was once merely annoying is now traumatic.