I just got back from my first face-to-face med provider appointment since pre-covid. It went okay. She's lowering my Seroquel to 25mg to stop it and replace it with Doxepin which should also help this bit of depression I'm in and help stabilize my sleep. The temp is supposed to go up, rain and wind comes in, then the temp is supposed to go way down and freeze everything and make all the trees and powerlines fall (and drivers slide into the poles). We have a small generator so our food won't go bad and we have a woodstove so the pipes won't freeze. This ain't our first rodeo, hearty New Englanders we are.

I'm having "flashbacks" to one night I was car camping for skiing before a big storm was supposed to hit, and my mom was far south enough that she got the ice. Lost power, needed me to help out, so at like 3am I'm driving through the mountains in this snow/ice storm, trees are down on the interstate, and the song "How to Save a Life" was playing on the radio (north of the Notch). We were out of power for two weeks after that. There was no big hype for that storm on the news, just "there's a storm coming." That was so long ago and I can't believe I actually drove in that shyt through the mountains none the less.