The winds from the West blew in last night. The lightning scared Scout up onto our bed. When I came to tuck in the boys, she lowered her head eyeing me with a "please don't make me get off" look.
A three mile slog in the mushy open space fields felt good after dropping the boys at school.
The wind is still at it, blowing the tarp from the woodpile. I'm glad not to need an excuse to use the wood stove.