11 p.m. local time (1900 GMT)
It seems that the day has come to an end without any major incidents.
Water and electricity are stable. The Internet functions well. Public transportation was operating without any problems.
Today I was even able to meet some of my friends, although many of them are still out of the town. We stay in touch on the telephone. They say they intend to return in the coming days.
I went by taxi to visit one of my friends.
Along the way, I had a conversation with the outspoken taxi driver, who told me how outraged he was by yesterday's raid on a food processing plant by drunken Russian troops
. He says he expects more incidents of this kind.
When I was talking with my friend, I began to tell her the extraordinary story about myself and the bombing of Poti. I've tried not to think about it too much since then, but when I was talking, it all came out again.
I was not in Poti but on vacation in Surami, a Georgian spa, when I heard the news that Russian forces had bombed the reservist base in Senaki.
My husband was stationed at the base at the time, and my father was working on a ship, the Niko Nikoladze, in the port of Poti when it was attacked.
So I was completely shocked. And when I think about it even now I start to shake.
My husband escaped unharmed, as did my father, who is back at work in the port.
The crisis has been especially tough on the town's children, including my own three small kids.
They are quite frightened. When a car passes by with a very loud engine, they sometimes run to me in panic.
Even if a pear should fall from a tree, my older son, Sandro, who's 4 1/2, is immediately on the ground, protecting himself.