As dawn greeted the Miami Valley, I had high misgivings that the temperature would achieve its high of 96 degrees. The early morning thunderstorm cooled off our world immensely and offered some relief from the muggy air. When I went to bed at 10:30 PM, Wednesday night, I saw no rain on the radar until next week. The rest of the day’s forecast only has us reaching 90 degrees.

At midnight I was awakened by excruciating pain and discomfort in all four limbs. I had no idea what was happening and could not even crawl from bed to grab some ibuprofen. I feared my yelling might reach Mama Kay. I guess the impending thunderstorm was letting me know it was on its way. The last numbers I recall seeing on the clock were 2, 3, and 7 (2:37 AM). The next thing I remember was trying to figure out the sound on the deck. It sounded like rain but… it was rain! A very much welcome rain in the form of a thunderstorm.

When I fed the dogs at 6:40 AM, the rain had ceased but the thunder was rumbling. I fell back into my bed with the ever-faithful Harrigan in attendance.

I spent my morning napping, watching documentaries, and welcoming snuggles and kisses from The Colonel.

I finished my omelet with the remaining toppings from El Toro and some jellied whole-grain toast. There is no plan for the remainder of the day except for working on my writing project and hoping to complete some plotting and outlining.

On with the remnants of my day!

Make it a great day!

TODAY’S ART OFFERING:

The Well
By: Édouard Toudouze (1848–1907), French painter