"With Tales Of A Stormy South"

Stood outside last night watching the storm roll in across the south and the west. It was an amazing display--ribbons of lightning that branched out across a quarter of the night sky, lighting things up as though it were midday, thunder that rumbled around back and forth overhead like a child rolling a toy across a wooden floor, and the occasional shower of rain to drop the temperature and cool things off wonderfully. It was not the sort of storm you're supposed to get in late August in Oklahoma. Admittedly, you're not supposed to get any storms in late August in Oklahoma--it's supposed to be bone dry and baking, not cooler and damp. We still haven't had a single day this summer where the official temperature topped 100. That's some sort of uncanny record for Oklahoma.

Today is laundry day, the day during which I make sure that my clothes (and thus my self) do not reek of...well, anything. The washing machine ends in about two minutes, so I must be off to transfer my now clean clothes to the dryer so they are wearable once more.

~chuck

Song of the Moment: Those Who Hunt Elves Closing Theme (it's something in Japanese, I don't know what it's called)