10:00 p.m. Annual city fireworks
Pets: freaking out
Me: resigned
10:20 p.m. Fireworks end with the first drops of light rain
Pets: squabbling over who sleeps where
Me: resigned, hoping everyone at the display makes it to their cars before the storm
10:45 p.m. Nonstop thunder, lightning
Pets: freaking out
Me: resigned
12:40 a.m. Tornado sirens, iPhone zombie claxon, daughter and friends spilling through the front door in time to make the dash to the basement
Everyone: freaking out
1:00 a.m. Line of storms moves through, daughter’s friends go home, still thunder, lightning
Pets: freaking out
Me: resigned
2:00 a.m. Everyone sleeps, power goes out, then comes back on again; no one notices
6:10 a.m. The slant of morning sun wakes me (as it always does)
Pets, daughter: sound asleep
Me: resigned
I’m using my hotspot to post this. Then, I plan to head outside and take stock of any damage—it’s mostly branches, and one of my birdbaths tipped over. But the sun is shining. We have power, and that’s no small thing. I’m grateful for both.
In actual writing-related updates, writing at my new and improved desk layout is working wonders. I’ve been both drafting and editing, and I think this was exactly what I needed to do. Also? Far less shoulder pain as well. Yeah. Proper ergonomics. Who knew?
Writing Wrongs 