Baseball-Sized Hail

Not!

Woke up this morning after a long, intricate dream in which Sandra and I were travelling around together and trying to get jobs with various hipsters at various nightclubs (!). A guy we'd both met and mocked, she ended up making out with. I walked away after seeing them kiss... (I haven't been in contact with her in years. Wondered if this was a sign that she'd died or something.)

Later that morning, my right hand gave out on me upon merely crumpling up a thick sheet of paper! Since there wasn't much to do at work, it didn't affect any keyboarding at that time, but afterwards, it DID affect personal typing and trying to close windows before the storm and trying to hold a glass and even trying to wipe my butt, for god's sake! Whatever particular muscle in my hand that controls these movements hurts like hell!

And then around 3pm came all the Weather Warnings: "Baseball-Sized Hail!" "Tornadoes!" "Take Shelter Immediately!" After looking up "how to protect your car from hail" and doing nothing (since I just didn't feel like breaking down cardboard boxes or putting comforters on my windshields), I sat transfixed before my local weather reports on the TV screen, and I actually moved various big cushions and a blanket and a water container into an "inner room away from windows." I thought this was my punishment for not being so sympathetic toward Ukraine---God was about to blow the roof off my apartment, and I had a hurt hand and 5 cats to take care of!

Yeah, well, there was no hail. (Really? "Baseball-Sized"?). There was barely any rain. I was freaked out for about 3 hours, and then about 6pm, I went ahead and got back online and worked on my Joan Crawford website. Life goes on. (But as I write this at 12:30am, I hear ominous thunder...Fine, just don't blow the roof off my apartment, please!)