Storm Pax and I have so much in common. It came in with a mixture of the symptoms of winter storms … cold, snow, ice, sleet, wind. I awoke yesterday, the morning of Pax, with a mixture of the symptoms of the common cold … chills, sneezing, dripping, sore throat, maybe a temp.
In Prince George most of the impact of Pax was the anticipation of Pax. We watched it approaching (is Pax a he or a she?) on the weather maps. When would it arrive? Would it bring snow or ice and what timing for either? Would we lose electricity? How long would we lose it? What if we ran out of _____?
My own cold had no such anticipation. It was upon me. I was in the grip of the juicy, nasty brunt of it. I would take a nap and awake to a new, different set of symptoms. No longer sneezing or dripping, but stopped up, unable to hear well and with a headache. Another nap taken and an awakening to a return of the sneezing and sore throat and thus the day progressed.
In between naps I made efforts to continue Pax prep … cooked up some chili, meat loaf, and veggies (such things are easier to heat up on my Coleman camp stove when we lose power); filled all of my ice tea pitchers, large bowls, doggie water bowls, and water bottles with, well, water. (Oh, nearly forgot the London Broil I roasted.) I was totally determined that we would not starve or suffer dehydration if we lost power.
Finally, my daughter reserved a hotel room for us should we really lose power for the duration … so much cheaper than a whole house generator.
Awoke this morning with slushy snow on the ground, a heck of a lot of cooked food in the refrigerator, a sore throat, a juicy cold, and power.