Back home. Damn its chilly in here; its 45 degrees and I can see my breath. That propane floor heater can only be used at certain times for a short length of time.

Still no word from AEP, and the family suspects we won't see head nor tail of them until next Monday.

With a branch still on the power line and a risk of a fire the longer it is there, we don't have many options. We can't keep going back to the motel, we can't afford it.

And I'm having a mental break down because I can't use my PC. I get short windows to use Discord, but only small ones. It doesn't help alleviate my anxieties over being in a death-silent house.

This laptop doesn't have the best battery. My sister's e-reader on the other hand has a web browser and can handle youtube to a point. However, part of my breakdown has more to do with not knowing what else in the house will explode from a power surge. It won't take much. That branch could decide to fall off the rest of the way and then what?

Part of the reason the family thinks AEP won't be here until Monday is because the electric company seems to be doing their rounds in lots and we're an isolated case since we're the only house in this neighborhood that's lost power from a fallen tree, while everyone else the next county over has had power outages from ice or idiot drivers. So we might be "low priority". Also, it's raining and while they do work in the rain, they don't like working in potential flood conditions.

I want to scream, but that won't do any good. The neighbors aren't the sort to share internet either, but they might let me charge this laptop. Maybe...

Have to wait for the next trip into town I guess, whenever that is. Goody gumdrops. A minimum of two more days of me going crazy (and by crazy, I mean crying on and off).