I worked from home today to keep an eye on my ailing spouse. She looks like she's been in a fist fight with one of those big ol' Roller Derby women.
This evening I went down to the Green Top to get a Bar-B-Que salad and on the way home the sky turned interesting. A line of storms was sweeping in from the west and as I got closer to home the clouds looked like a dust mop the size of Rhode Island about to clean house in Empire, Alabama. I wheeled into the yard, grabbed the food and made a mad dash for the door. Ol' Buddy was at my side when a bolt of lightning struck something too close for comfort. In fact, both Buddy and I jumped about a foot in the air. It's a wonder I didn't sling Bar-B-Que all over the hill but we made it safely inside. It rained hard for about ten minutes and then it was gone. I'm thankful because my tomatoes will live another day.
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