I woke up this morning more than a little disoriented, mostly because of the silence. Twenty-four hours after it appreciably began, it appears the worst is over. Here in DC, to be fair, it never actually got too bad. My building didn't lose power, and I got to spend two days working from home, experimenting with dipping various foods in Nutella (because, you know, special circumstances). Still, uninterrupted access to the internet took its toll. Reading the news headlines, trying to figure out which pictures were accurately depicting my sinking New York home, and keeping tabs on all of my far-flung loved ones -- all accompanied by the constant, human-like wailing of the wind -- was enough to keep me in a constant state of unease. Not for the first time, I'm glad I don't have cable.