The sirens outside are blaring their awful sound.  Something’s coming through here.  There’s rumbling in the sky and it’s really dark outside (it’s 2:17 pm).  It’s so windy and now comes the rain. 

This is some of the things about living here that I could do without.  Tornadoes and their accompanying thunderstorms.  I have a phobia.

My old boss just stepped out to the porch with his coffee to watch the developments.  No thanks.  I’ll stay in.  At my desk, staring at this screen, pretending not to notice all the commotion outside.  (There goes the siren again).

Ugh.

Please pass, please pass, please pass.

be back soon

-L

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