Thunderstorms. Mighty thunderstorms. No brimstone, but hail. Nickel sized. Crazy lightning. Daisy is snuggled up beside me, the cats are at the windows, and Lucky is in his dog house. The neighbor’s poor dog, Raisin, is out braving the storm all alone. I tried calling him up to the porch, but he likes to fight the big ones on his own. He’s a brave soul.
Meanwhile, still writing.