The car did not catch fire, and would have looked slightly less silly if it had. Y'know those sections of fence that blew loose? They had to land somewhere. Like the passenger seat. And windshield. Radiator. Hood. And when that kind of mass is moving at speed, the result is a particularly unsellable piece of modern sculpture: Rolling Pincushion. With very large pins. Multiple versions currently flooding the very flooded market. Several vehicles in the lot took varying amounts of damage: mine was one of what I'm guessing as five likely totaled. There were at least another dozen with grazes, more with some moderate impacts... The moral of the story: modular fencing? Demodulates. The main window in the bedroom blew out. (I did not put wood over it. I'm on the top floor and there is no balcony outside. Unless a radioactive spider comes along, my outdoor carpentry prospects are low.) Everything else blew in. And in some cases, out. That corner exposure which makes the apartment lose heat so quickly in the winter basically left me hanging out to not-dry.
So moderate water damage to the room -- but virtually all clothing not put away (and I was doing laundry when the blackout hit, leaving a lot scattered on the bed) went bye-bye and that's not a moderate expense, other pieces were just ruined, sheets gone and gawds only know where they landed (and for that matter, I'd love to know where the clothing landed and what's being done with it), mattress and bed took a lot of brunt including that from incoming crud (did I mention there was some sewage outpour that got picked up by the wind? I didn't? That's because I only stopped gagging yesterday) and I'm pretty sure the mattress is a loss so there goes some more money with it, headboard got splinter-cracked, mirror's broken (and took out part of the headboard), the electronics in the room -- they were dried out, tested, and in three cases (two expensive), junked, then we throw in the personal effects which were in there and exposed, and I'm going to stop here because I already had to write all this down once and once was enough. It adds up in a hurry.
So right now, there's a big heavy plastic sheet over the place where the window used to be. I've been itemizing, cleaning what I could, putting another sheet over the bedroom door, and finding out what can be salvaged. It is not a pleasant process, but -- I repeat: I got off easy. I've seen the footage from the shore towns. I have something which can be repaired and my lost items can be replaced.
I have successfully arranged transport for the weekend, so I can start searching for those replacements. I'm told the window will be fixed by next Wednesday. (Several apartments took varying levels of damage. Mine is not the worst.) Electronics shouldn't be too hard. The bed's going to be a pain. Clothing will take forever.
But don't worry. After all, I totally deserved this. I must have deserved it because it happened. And we all know this only happened because the local Christian deity was punishing me, right?