Lights on
It was an amazing sight yesterday. In the mid-morning the skies cleared (for the most part) and the air no longer felt like the shower room at a health club. Except for a passing sunshower or two, it stayed that way all day.
Sunny, breezy, mild is how they put it in official meteorological terms.
It was the first extended period of sunshine we’d seen in over a week. It was not without the obligatory thunderstorm, although yesterday’s was considerably less frenetic those over the past few days.
It takes a lot for a thunderstorm to make the news around here. It takes even more for one to make me scurry around the apartment unplugging things and closing windows even when no rain was coming inside. This happened twice over the weekend—lightening so close you could almost reach out and touch it, thunder that clattered the dishes in the cabinet, all accompanied by the rain of the 40 days.
Lest you think I exaggerate when I talk about our near-continual cloud cover, today I’ve included the ten-day forecast. Depressing, isn’t it? A minor miracle may be required to get me out of the house today even without the threat of rain. It’s just too damned gloomy.
Meanwhile, it looks like it’ll be the lights that drive up my electric bill this month rather than the fridge and freezer struggling against summer heat.
