Stormy

Last night we had a thunderstorm here. Like, a real thunderstorm! It was surreal to experience that here, when it had been such a commonplace summer event in Charleston. I didn't even mind I had sheets drying on the line. We just unplugged the electronics, let the dog in and opened up the bedroom windows so we could see the lightning and hear it pour.

It was an interesting cap to an interesting weekend. We spent a lot of time with friends; Sunday we had Mackattack and family over for her Compleanos and Monday we had a beach bonfire with Niki and family. I have some stunning shots from that, courtesy of Mr. Fran.








P-daddy started back to work today. I miss him but I look forward to getting back to my rhythm. I despair that maybe I really am destined to be a fat woman. I rarely eat breakfast or a real lunch, and I did both every day for the past two weeks. I have gained ten pounds in that time. Holy crap. one of the pictures Fran took should have been an endearing shot....I was showing Niki how to knit for the first time. It is ruined for me by the FOUR rolls of fat on my back. SHUDDER. Who is that and where did I go?

I think I shall eat only vegetables and meat. And coffee! That is nectar, after all.