--there's a thunderstorm. We don't get them very often, thank goodness, but I do not enjoy them at all. I'm as twitchy as a cat in a roomful of rocking chairs.
I grew up in a small, very sheltered valley, where thunder and lightning happened way up above us, not around us. When I left home I lived in a relatively 'flat' landscape, and the storms seemed to get up close and personal, right in - my - face. Plus because they were closer to hand, the noise seemed much louder.
I really had to struggle so my kids didn't pick up on 'storm = Mom freaking out' when they were little kids. I think it worked (Kate: either of you scared of thunderstorms?) but man-o-day, it really was monumental effort. Once they were much older, I could cave in to the phobia, lol.
Anyhow, today's big storm (it went on for the better part of an hour) kind of disrupted things, because I wouldn't putz with the computer or put my hands in dishwater or watch television. I could've read a book, but that would've taken more focus and concentration than I had available at the time. Eh. You know what Roseanne Roseannadanna used to say: 'It's always something.' And so it is.
Other than The Big Storm there was the usual stuff, just bits and pieces. And it's back to Formula 1, so I sat with Himself in the living room during the qualifiers, checking in occasionally to see who was where. Tomorrow will be a long afternoon, as race coverage starts at noon and lasts till about 4 or 4:30. I will have a book and my phone (which I'm still learning and playing with) to keep me in full multi-tasking mode, lol.
That's it. Time for our weekly medical drama, then some Beatleband and bedtime. An easy, but satisfying, day - the bestest kind.
Goodnight, Sparklers, wherever you are!