A crashing thunderstorm follows me home for lunch. As I'm fixing myself a fajita, a bolt of lightning violently cracks the air. I immediately jump out of my shoes and expect to hear the wailing of a terrorized Eddie. He beams me one of his beatific smiles. What a guy. He knows no fear yet.
After the skies clear, I tie up the tops of the tomato plants. The heavy downpour left them drooping precariously.
Andy and I go for our usual soda stop on the way home from daycare. He wants to go to the park, but I prefer to stay home and watch the Pirates and Cubs on TV. JoAnna gets back home around 8
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