A dark and stormy night

There is a sporadic pop pop on the window air conditioner, so my scientific guess is that rain is near. There is also some distant thunder that comes and goes. Even though the temperature was not low today, the wind was brisk.

Took my mother to the doctor this morning. Her 20 minutes with the doctor usually involves two hours of my time. One of the major hazards is a very busy road that is in the process of having two more lanes added in the median. It also seems like the idea of doing the speed limit is anathema to some. My aged car grumbles and coughs and cowers in fear of the giant asphalt-carrying dump trucks and suicidal chain-smoking, cell-phone-talking drivers in late model sportsters. (Momsky is doing fine; the doctor indicated a minor change in her medication.)

(Tornado sirens have just started wailing. The popping is slightly louder now, and the thunder seems more omni-directional.)

As I browse newly discovered journals and continue to read the already discovered, I'm amazed at the quality of what I find. Many very superior efforts. It's fascinating to notice the degrees of revelation from cautious mention to unexpurgated details. Equally intriguing is the variation in style from an almost dispassionate reporting of facts to the emotional affective impact of an observation.

The storm is here. Lightning and thunder like in a '30s horror movie. I half expect to hear a sudden knock on the front door. Creaking open the door I would discover a fair damsel and a callow youth. "We were going door to door to pass out religious pamphlets and have become stranded by the storm. Could we stay the night, kind sir?" The response would be, "Of course. Please come in. Excuse me just one moment while I floss my fangs!"

PAX!