gratitude-a-thon day 819:making it through the storm

Grateful? I’m grateful to be alive after that storm! It was 3 a.m. and all of a sudden it was like the jolly green giant and friends were bowling in the sky, after having way too much to drink. It was front row, at like a Kiss concert loud, and totally stereophonic. The wind was  all competing in the 100 yard dash, and the window next to my husband seemed like it was going to show up in bed with us. I’m no stranger to a thunderstorm, but this was really kind of terrifying. And the temperature: 63! Tonight: 33. (Guess who is preparing to get a weather related migraine?)

But here I am to tell the stormy story. And aside from the fact that one of our trash cans could be on the side of a milk carton, as it appears to have gone missing, we’re all just fine.  Just fine. Fuck you thunder.



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