We are being pressured to recover anything we think is recoverable, excavate documents, that sort of thing. Almost immediately after we go in we are deeply and intensely overwhelmed. It is incredibly difficult because of the emotional hammer of it all.

Our place is not burned up like the unit where the explosion occurred, there is only a small amount of fire damage. It is mostly water and smoke damage. The responders do an incredible job covering everything inside almost immediately. They not only have to clear the floor right away for their own safety and benefit, they do so with an effort to minimize damage to everything in there. It's very impressive and only deepens my already enormous respect for those who do that job, it has inspired a bit of hero worship for them. It's amazing what they do.

Unfortunately, even with all that effort, there is the smoke, water and foam, which, after boarding up the place, wreaks havoc on the plastic covered piles.

As for those incremental heroics of those of us after the fire has been put out, none of us can do much of anything afterward for the rest of the day because it wrecks our ability to think straight and drains us emotionally and physically. 

Plus we come to find out there is no security and people have actually been coming around on a regular basis to plunder from things being taken out by residents and put aside for later transport and/or storage arrangements.

  

 

We are slowly building a little temporary home here to wait it out until they green tag the building.  It seems Anabella isn't having nightmares, or so we think. Everyone is starting to get some sleep so not up to monitor Anabella like we were in the hotel when we hardly slept.We hope she isn't so restless anymore. Everyone has started resting better at night and spirits are high so we hope some comfort to her. Willow seems happy (especially with the pillows from a deceased friend that I rescued from storage).