There's nothing like be jolted awake to the sound of tornado sirens.
I am not much of a fan of being woken up... period. Add thunder, lightning, wind, and tornado sirens, and you get the picture of me tonight. Or is it morning?
A tornado storm system in January. Is nothing sacred anymore?
The weather gals on my favorite station are keeping us all radar-updated, and I am passing the time on Facebook and blogging.
Just a few minutes ago, I heard footsteps coming fast down the hall. The boy has jumped onto the couch beside me, and his cat came right behind him.
The weather gals keep talking about squall lines and hook formations, and they keep urging people to "go to their safe places." Because the storm is passing over, I am staying put for now and not dragging anyone to the basement yet.
I also just realized...
We are all already in our safe places.
Mine is the safe comfort of the news and the weather forecasts. Remote control in one hand and keyboard in the other. I feel better being informed about the storm.
The boy heard the thunder and came running to find his safe place, and now the baby giraffe is asleep to my left.
The cat found her safe place on my right.
Dan/Daddy is snoring louder than the thunder... still in bed. He has obviously found his safe place, and it's knowing his wife will wake him up if the roof starts coming off. He might be a little sad he missed the couch party at 1 A.M.
Tomorrow is going to be a coffee-filled day.
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