@nomad I would gladly trade you, my friend. GLADLY.

Hail stopped between one moment and the next, like flicking a switch. Ice everywhere, it looks like it’s snowed again.

Dogs still nonplussed.

Eerily silent. Dogs don’t trust it. My sinuses warn me more is on the way.

Ugh.

…for the record, my sinuses were right.

That lightning strike was, according to my highly scientific “one-Mississippi” method of counting, less than two miles away.

This will be fun.

Now with bonus hail! Big fun!

And there’s the thunderstorm warning, arriving a few minutes after a giant skyboom lasting at least seven full seconds.

Kids exhilarated. Dogs nonplussed.

“This guy is like Looney Tunes in real life,” she says, admiringly.

This is, from my children, the HIGHEST of praise.

My daughter has discovered Victor Borge and is in helpless laughter on the couch.

Sweet music.

@mwlucas HEY WHERE ARE YOU THE CLOWNS ARE ASKING FOR YOU AND I AM TIED TO A CHAIR #circusinplace

@mwlucas Come say hullo. @thegibson invoked you. https://meet.jit.si/circushomegym

@mwlucas They’re asking for you. Got a few minutes to enhance my street cred and get me untied from this chair?

@mwlucas You’re a cottage industry!

Have been calling today Monday while the rest of my brain is apparently dead convinced it’s Tuesday.

Which means the plumbers won’t be here until tomorrow, because it’s a holiday.

…time means nothing anymore. There is only Pandemic Now.