Oh, m’Gawd. That storm. Unbelievable.
I’ve seen that erie grey-green before, most notably one afternoon when I was traveling through Tornado Alley with the circus, and the sirens went off while I was inside a Barnes & Noble in a tacky mall just outside Iowa City.
I scampered to the front plate glass windows to get a better look.
“Are you nuts?” hissed one of the store attendants.
(Well, yeah, I thought. Isn’t that the point?)
They herded us into some kind of dark back room for safety.
But the funnel-shaped cloud never touched down.
Yesterday, there were no funnel-shaped clouds, but the entire sky roiled and turned that grey-green, and we were hammered for four hours straight by high winds, sky-to-earth lightening bolts, and torrential rains.
Flash floods all over town. Power outages (though not at my house.) Trees down.
But the humidity is back down.
Which is good.
It hasn’t been all that hot here, but the humidity has made it difficult to move. Like yesterday morning before the storm hit, I went exercising on the Walkway because I figured breeze, marginally more comfortable.
You can practically see the humidity in the air, can’t you? The river is just one big gloopy mess.
This morning it’s quite beautiful out and not humid.
I continue to be in this distracted, fretful mood, but I did solve one major POV challenge with Where You Are When, which should make the writing go much more smoothly. (Of course, it doesn’t solve the underlying dilemma of Why are you wasting time on creative pursuits when you could be watching Season 4 of The Real Housewives of New York for the fourth time?)
Also, I solved the image upload problem on Dreamwidth, which means I can start using DW as my image repository. I'll have to keep the LJ account because there's no EZ way to transfer those old images to DW, and I like them. Also, like I say, I'm fond of my wacky little band of self-selected LJ pals, and most of them have no interest in migrating away from that platform.
But certainly my goal is to use LJ less and less.
I'm feeling this underlying baseline of mild panic all the time. Why? Who knows? As I say, my life is quite cozy these days.
Perhaps. The political situation here, there, everywhere continues to be appalling.
And I’m finding it increasingly difficult to care. Though I know I should