Excerpt from phone conversation between me and Min (soon to be owner of Trixie, my left kidney) on the evening of June 26:
Min: We haven’t had power since 9:30 this morning.
Me: Oh, that bites.
Min: We have a generator.
Me: So you’re sitting in your air conditioned house, looking out the window and thumbing your nose at all your neighbors who are sweating and sitting in the dark?