Where am I? Counting my lucky stars that I’m safe, that’s where.
Severe weather blew over the Midwest over the last twenty four hours. The state of Oklahoma got the worst of it; a suburb of Oklahoma City called Moore has quite literally been erased from the map. There’s at least 50 dead.
Here in the East Saint Louis/Saint Louis area, we just got ludicrous flash flooding–watch the cruisers drift over the road, or what might be the road, it might be a river right now.
Here in chronic leg condition land, at about 3 AM, right at the first explosive downburst of wind and thunder, I woke up to a searing pain in my leg. For a moment, I thought I’d been hit by the lightning outside. I’ve spent the day alternating using the Pomodoro Technique–a lifehack involving doing work in short 25-minute bursts with strictly enforced break times–to alternate between cleaning the apartment and using my TENS machine to zap a short sample of pain relief into the leg. It’s the worst it’s been since the first injury three years ago, a few times today having reduced me to this pathetic whimpering thing that couldn’t do anything.
The weather shows no signs of letting up, and to add insult to injury, I have to repair my window boarding again. It blew in this morning.
What’s your WebStory
Somebody broke the laundry room in my building this week and so I am currently washing my delicates in a literal washtub by hand.
I have an Android at my right, an advanced Fitbit Tracker on my left, a tub of not-so-frilly unmentionables in front of me.
It’s like some kind of cyber pioneer woman crap going on in here.
This is the second post where I gush about Chuck Wendig’s work—what can I say, I’m a fan. Irregular Creatures is a collection of his short stories, varying in tone from delightfully dark to friendly family fun—as someone first introduced to him via the blog, the latter was more jarring.
Without spoiling any of the contents, the man has an astounding creative mind. While I got used to him as an advice-tossing profanity-spouting guru, it was bumping into his narratives here that sold me on the man’s mad skills. This was one of the first books I got a sample on and was verily cheesed off when I hit the end of the sample. I honestly took a detour off my route to find someplace with wi-fi to buy the whole book.
At some point, I’m gonna have to review it on Goodreads, after I reread it again and it’s fresh in my head.
What’s your WebStory
Next time I think it’s a good idea to take my dad up on a Wii Tennis challenge, could one of you be so kind as to bludgeon me with the Wiimote? Or the arm that just fell off. Your call.
WHEN did you get that good, Pops?!
Bring ALL THE GATORADE PLEASE.