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Dragonfly and I have developed a tradition over the years. The morning after a storm she'll say some variation on 'Some storm, huh? Wake you up?' and I'll reply with 'There was a storm and I missed it? Damn!'*

It all broke down though this time, when I was able to say 'Oh My God, I woke up and rolled over to look out the window and the dog jumped into bed with me** and it was insane and then I turned off the computer*** and unplugged it from the power point and then didn't get back to sleep for half an hour watching the storm and I've woken up freakin' tired and maybe if I'd stayed up to some stupid hour reading fic instead of trying to get a good night's sleep for once I would have been tired enough to sleep through it, dammit and then would have been still tired in a good cause.

But, omg, tornadoes? Since when do we have tornadoes. We had like, a cyclone. 30 years ago.****

*I once slept through a bobcat razing our backyard.

**He's a wuss and terrified of mild rain showers.

***Which I'd left on with a long post about my trip down south that turned into a long explanation about why I refer to Dragonfly's folks as my inlaws, ready to update except I wanted Dragonfly to read it first to make sure that there was nothing in there she didn't want me to make public, so to speak.

****One of my few really clear early childhood memories. All of us huddled in the front room of the house by candlelight, just in case the bigass tree in the corner of the backyard came down on top of the bedrooms.
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There's big winds with bursts of rain. I call it stormy-curling-up-in-bed-with good fic weather. Have sudden craving to reread my printout of 'The Fire and the Rose'. (that fabulous Hermione/Snape bodyswap fic). But am stymied by failure to actually locate the damn thing. Must have inexplicably lent it someone. That'll learn me.

sulks

Am off wallow in Predatrix instead.
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Once upon a time when I had a girly job I longed for a time when I didn't have to bother with the heels, the stockings, the makeup, the hair..

And lo, my dream came true.

I love my boots, I love my pants (not the actual pants, the concept of wearing them) What I can honestly say is, the joy wears off when it's still 41 degrees outside at 6pm, and probably dammit hotter still inside.

The lightening was pretty though. And the 5.3 seconds of rain.

And I'm told it was still 35 degrees at midnight yesterday!!!!

I love my airconditioning.

Rolling blackouts tomorrow apparently.

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