I’m working on one of those blogosaurus posts that takes its own time lumbering into existence. Patience.
Meanwhile, in a winter (yes, it’s still winter; I don’t care what the calendar says) of pure crap, we’re now hunkered down under high wind warnings, expecting an unprecedented storm. Or at least expected the strongest April storm in half a century. Possibly the strongest storm of the season.
Usually by this time of the year the worst is over and all we face is three more months of boringly chilly drizzle before summer meanders in long about mid-July.
Early this season a lot of scary storm warnings came to nothing, embarrassing the heck out of weatherpersons. But this storm is already hammering the coast to the south, and it’s the real deal. Because the ground is saturated and trees already leafing out, everybody’s a bit on edge about possible mudslides, downed trees, power outages, and general danger.
I’ll use the opportunity to stay indoors, think, and write. Don’t worry if I’m quiet for a while.
Good luck to my fellow Pacific Northwesterners. And holy swearing cuss, may this wretched winter finally be done with!