Tuesday Has No Phones

When I was in high school (aka decades ago) I remember watching the news one day and being told that a tornado had been spotted off a NYC bridge.

Given that at the time there had been no tornados in New York in, oh, EVER, I sat there, stunned, and wondered how the newscaster could be so calm given that clearly this freak action of Nature was a sign that THE WORLD WAS ENDING HOLY FUCK!!!!!

Fast forward to now, when New York and New England get so many tornado warnings that Kansas is looking to sue for copyright infringement.

No such thing as climate change though. That's just silly!!

(Hope everyone who was in the path of a tornado tonight is okay.)

It should come as a surprise to nobody that I'm still here, regardless of whether or not the Rapture happened yesterday.

Well I suppose I could've been hit by a bus or something but you know why I mean. Also being hit by a bus yesterday would've required one to drive through my living room. At that point I'd say it would've more than earned the kill.

I've seen no return of the bulbs that I replanted after some jerkwad took them out of my gardening patch. I read somewhere that in situations like this the flowers might not come this year but next, so I'll just have to wait and see.

It sure as heck hasn't been from a lack of water. It's been raining near constantly this past week, with the sun only just starting to peek out this weekend. I love me some rain but OMG the humidity. It wasn't even humidity. This was the platonic ideal of the word damp. Everything felt that way. Actually I'd say the platonic ideal of both damp and clammy. Bleh, I say unto you, bleh.

Between that and hurting my back I've done exactly 0% of my gardening so far. I haven't even looked at my plot in the community garden space. I can't cope with thinking about how much weeding I'll need to do to get it ready, especially after all this moisture.

I really need to work on developing my ability to do these things by magic.