April 12th, 2008

Morpheus

Is that hail?

For the record, shadowdaddy says he's okay with the fact we're not walking in the park right now, even though normally he complains about me wanting my Saturday afternoon nap. Hail is bouncing off of the river and falling inside of our chimney; I can hear it hitting the flagstones in the fireplace.

"And now it will pass," he says.

BOOM! (Big thunder after bright flash.)

"I think there may be some disagreement about that," I respond.