I’m writing this during a bona fide tornado warning, the first of the season, complete with obnoxious siren.  This tells you how Missouriensis (?) I’ve become.  Oh, did I mention, right behind the balmy 70s temps and springlike t-storm is a freezing cold front in the 20s, with possible snow!  I dare anyone to outdo that volatility!  I think I’m turning midwest blasé.  What else can you do, besides kiss your ass goodbye, have a strawberry ice cream cone, and fix yourself a gin and tonic.  Panicking is so yesterday.  A.ha.ha.

After not sleeping half the night at Avdi’s, then being startled awake every few seconds by Y shrieking and screeching conversationally on the phone for hours, I was pretty tired.  But it’s fine, teens, amiright?  So I got up and went out back with coffee and Loucious to see all the pretty flowers that popped up overnight in the surreally warm weather.  Hopefully they survive all the havoc to follow.

I didn’t do any more gardening because I felt like a zombie with an upset stomach.  So I just did loads of laundry, and lounged on the sofa with L, while the kids slept off their all-nighters.  Then, as storms threatened, I drove home and got there just in time for the siren.  Then I enjoyed watching the colorful blobs on the radar map while drinking.  I guess I’m an official citizen of the MW.  So far, so good.

My bed is calling unto me.