It’s been one of those weeks. Some ferocious thunderstorms moved through this area last Friday; so ferocious, in fact, that an EF3 tornado wiped out a few homes in the small community 10 miles down the road.
I feel so sorry for those people that I hesitate to complain that we had no power for 10 hours, or that I ended up eating my Mother’s Day meal at a restaurant that was not my first choice. My first choice was closed because the power was knocked out.
Then last night -- well, I guess this morning if one wants to be technical about -- at about 12:30 a.m., after we had been asleep for maybe 2 hours, another ferocious storm moved through the area and the tornado sirens went off. Twice. We used to ignore the tornado sirens, but we don’t any more. So there we were, stumbling around half asleep trying to get our clothes on and organize the laptop with the appropriate thumb-drive backup of all the work I did in case the power went out.
Then NOAA lifted the tornado warning -- yep, we have one of those battery-powered NOAA radios -- but the storm was still raging. And, of course, the power did go out. So we crawled back into bed (I left street clothes on, just in case).
But in the meantime, have you ever tried to fall back to sleep in the midst of a major thunderstorm? It’s not fear of the storm; it’s the noise and the lightening. With eyes shut it is like being in strobe light show
Fortunately, this time the power was restored rather quickly, by 3:30 a.m. So once again I was up staggering around the house turning off all the lights that had been left on when the power went out.
So I did not have to camp out at the library with the laptop....
And I feel somewhat hung over for lack of sleep. Think maybe I just might take a nap.