Great, so I'm without Zibb for a week and a half. Yeah, I can call him, and will, but I nearly went crazy in dealing with the three days the lights were out right after Juan. And I really shouldn't (and can't) call every night for the next week and a half.
So yeah. Whatever climbing out of the depression I've managed to do is gone, since the light at the end of the tunnel turned out to be an oncoming train. And I don't know how I'm going to make it through the next week and a half, since my hard ground in a storm has gone missing through no fault of his own...but I'm convinced it's further proof the universe hates me and doesn't want me to be happy.
UPDATE (10/05/03 7:30 PM): Clout is and will be applied, and there will be line crews in trouble, and Zibb should hopefully be back by Tuesday, which makes me feel a lot better. And that's about it.