So for the past two days, the news has been saying we're supposed to get thunderstorms. The western part of our county was getting apocalyptic hail, and twenty minutes to our south there were trees down. We've had nothing. Sure, the skies turn that orangey grey color you get right before a thunderstorm. We can even hear thunder in the distance. But nothing ever happens, and an hour or so later, the skies clear up again.
It's driving me crazy. I can't take the kids out, because I don't want to go on an epic walk and get caught a mile from home with hail the size of my daughter crashing down on us. Besides, it feels like 95 degrees out there. In the house it's a little cooler - right at the point where you debate if it's worth turning on the A/C. Carrying Lowly around is like having your own hot water bottle with you at all times, and I could swear WeeBee's head radiates heat. The air in a 3 inch radius of his head is 10 degrees warmer than anywhere else. I wish there was some way to test that. Not that it bothers him - this is the kid who refused to sleep as an infant unless he was swaddled in a fleece blanket in August.
I'm just hoping the power doesn't cut out. My neighbors on one side have a window a/c unit that was making suspicious noises yesterday afternoon, and on the other side I've got people who proudly fiddled with their central air unit to give it extra power, and now the lights on the whole block dim any time it turns on. It's only a matter of time before that thing explodes.
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