12:35 AM, Friday: Our power, after several hours, has been restored following the mighty storm that impeded the still and quiet of The Miami Valley.

There was much lightning and a lot of loud, snapping thunder, some of which sounded and felt like bombs going off. The house became a little uncomfortably warm but nothing to compare with those who have no cool air moving through their homes. I’m blessed. And I am grateful for those brave souls who brave the elements to restore power and do other things to make our lives easier.

6:50 AM, Friday: The morning air is cool and damp at 64 degrees and 76 degrees is the expected high for the day.

Since childhood, I have always been a tad fearful of storms, especially strong thunderstorms. My grandfather would pace the floors, much like his mother, Thelma Daugherty Barmes, who was terrified of storms. I am guessing I was supplied with this fear from those scenarios. Mother and Grandma Donna paid them little attention and showed no anxiety about standing by the windows or doors.

My mind has always allowed these lyrics from an Elvis Presley album to boost my courage during storms:

“‘Til the storm passes over,
‘Til the thunder sounds no more;
‘Til the clouds roll forever from the sky,
Hold me fast, let me stand,
In the hollow of Thy hand;
Keep me safe ’til the storm passes by.”

And this storm did pass by. Now, it’s time to get the day moving along.

Make it a great day!