As I slowly gained consciousness on my swivel chair to the heavy panting of my corgi in my face, I realized we were in the middle of a pretty nasty storm.
So I got the kids and wife up (well she was already up) and went downstairs to wait it all out.
Score us 0 storm 3.
1 Table umbrella, smashed.
1 glass table, shattered.
1 dog house, demolished.
Also, our trash can was down, so storm 4…..And no power, 5.
I’m thankful no one was hurt, and just as quickly as the storm came it was gone. I’m sure there is a metaphor in there somewhere, but I’m too tired to think.
Hmm, lack of sleep.
Storm 6….