Well, spread out in three locations across the country, the Byrons made it through Sandy generally in one piece. Allison, safe in the confines of the midwest, went about her daily routine and accidentally kept calling it "Sally" (she was clearly very worried for our safety).
In D.C., I discovered that I am on the same electrical grid as the White House and we rarely lose power. As I checked the PEPCO online map of number of customers without service, the center of D.C. remained green, noting only 1-50 customers ever lost power. Score one for Logan Circle!
My parents, closer to Sandy's direct path in Philadelphia, did not fare as well and lost power for several days. While Mom sought refuge to shower at a friend's place, Dad made lemonade out of lemons and found an opportunity to cook up a storm (pun very much intended) at the local firehouse where first responders were standing by. Read all about it!
When I woke up it looked like this:
One xray later, it was determined I broke my toe in the silliest way a toe has ever been broken. I am now the owner of a sexy walking shoe for the next 2-4 weeks and have been forbidden from running the Philly half in two weeks. It's my first broken bone ever, though, so I think I'm still coming out ahead.
Overall, the Byrons came out the other side of Sandy mostly intact, sans one Christmas tree.