So Alberto is on its way. Our sky looks nasty and ominous. The hours of rain finally stopped late this afternoon, but the world still has that super-silent sense about it as everyone waits for the worst still to come. I would have thought after watching the horrible hurricane season last year I would be more inclined to run around preparing. Instead I find myself grumpily trying to ignore the whole business. Actually, everyone I know seems grumpy right now. Maybe people haven't emotionally recovered enough from last year to rationally accept another active season. I'm glued to my computer but avoiding weather reports, F is making a cake and picking lichees off the neighbor's tree before the wind gets them, and our two houseguests are both napping. We're all being argumentative and almost stepping on each other. Four people and three dogs (Bandit and the two we're dogsitting) cooped up in a small house seems to be overkill.
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