If you should happen to have business with anybody in central NH today, I’d talk softly and avoid any sudden movements. What a 24 hours! Yesterday, the weather was so oppressive and the pollen count so outrageous that even those without allergies suffered.
Then last night, about 4 am…BAM! The husband and I shoot upright in bed like waking vampires on crack. I’ve never seen lightning like it before. So close it burned the retina through the curtains, and faster than a fireworks display finale. And the thunder! Torrential rains helped, of course. Our neighbor, who was trying to save the tomato plants on her porch from being pummeled wisely chose not to rescue the short kid’s Spider-Man ball as it floated down the river. There is gravel and dirt everywhere, and at least one road washed out. Heaven help you if your driveway wasn’t paved.
I said “I hope the power doesn’t go out and shut down the AC.” The power went out. Luckily, only for a few seconds, though. Just long enough to unset all the clocks. My poor husband had to reset the alarm clock so it could go off in an hour, without his glasses. And my microwave is scrolling instructions on resetting the clock. In French. Yeah, that’s gonna help.
Imagine half a state having PMS at the same time. That’s what we’ve got going on today.
I guess I’ll go wander the blogosphere and see if I can find anything fascinating to talk about. I’ve noticed that my bloggage suffers when I’m editing, so maybe the writing feeds the blogging even more than the blogging feeds the writing.
Or maybe I need a nap. :neener:
Oh, and guess what my little town’s getting? A Starbucks. :rant: I will glare evilly at them from my usual place in the Dunkin Donuts drive-thru. Next thing you know they’ll be stocking Manolo’s at Bootlegger’s.
I’ve been to a Starbucks once. It was…horrific. I kept saying “I just want a coffee. Just a plain coffee with a little cream in it.” Can’t. Do. It.