Today was the first day that felt anywhere remotely close to normal:
I slept through the entire night.
My Starbucks is open (although they don't have cream or milk).
Our station is back to regular programming.
We have power and water at our house.
Meanwhile, on the abnormal side of things:
A tipsy man kissed me.
A happy man hugged me.
A woman asked me if I was the "real Laurie Johnson."