The temperature dropped from 91 to 68 in about 25 minutes. The clouds were low, dark and moving pretty darned fast — at least according to how fast I think clouds should move.
This is the third evening in a row that storms have rolled through the burg — just as predicted. So far, we’ve escaped all major damage, hail and have yet to even get seriously wet. Still, I watch the sky carefully every time it looks like something really ugly could blow in, waiting to see Auntie Em and Dorothy and of course Toto. I can almost hear that annoying music that plays when the wind really starts to blow. You know, right before the house falls on the Wicked Witch with the striped socks and curled up toes.
