Home. Safe. Exhausted.

We drove home from the east coast on Friday. Our neighbor, who stayed through the storm, had told us on Thursday night that the power was back on (so it was out for about 20 hours in total), and added Friday morning that it was flickering now and then, but staying on.

The drive was fine, two and a half hours instead of more than four going over. There was some bad rain at the start, which I could have done without on the crazy east coast highways (I don't think there are any interchanges near me where the GPS has to tell you which of the eight lanes you should be in, but if there are, I never drive on them), but soon enough we were heading west and it was just busy, not crazy, from there. 

We got home before 2 pm, and thankfully, the elevator worked to 1) get Mom and Maggie upstairs and inside, and 2) let me load up the big hotel-size luggage cart with most of the stuff from the car and get it upstairs. Then I took the cart back down and the elevator wouldn't go back up. Sigh. I texted the building manager, and he had the elevator repair person there in just a few minutes. 

Side note, I wouldn't want his job.

(He sent the elevator up and then got in the shaft, yikes.)

He stopped working on it long enough to let me take it up, bless him, and we didn't try to use it again yesterday. This morning, our neighbor let me know that it wasn't working when she went to walk the dog; we've been having lots of power fluctuations, and our elevator is so sensitive, sigh. I'm hoping it will work today, but who knows.

More to come, but that's the basics for now. Hope you all are well, from the hurricane or just in general!