Here in Missouri, it was an unnatural 70+ degrees yesterday and today. Then a cold front came through, the storm sirens started howling, and El Burrito and I spent most of an hour camped out in the bathroom (the safest room in the house) while we listened to tornado sightings on the local weather channel, and hail and thunder outside. Heavy but brief rain, golf-ball sized hail, and lots of wind. Joy joy - wonder how much hail damage DH's car (the "new" car of the family) got. Sigh.
Normal weather for April, but not for January.
And our bathroom, now that El Burrito is toddling, isn't the easiest place to corral him while there's a storm raging. Very small, and too much to get into - the toilet, the under-sink space, houseplants, basically everything that gets shoved into the bathroom because it's usually a Burrito-free space. Yet another reason to move. I would really prefer a house with an actual basement when we move. We get a lot of storms and tornado-conducive weather, and I like to have a hole to crawl into. Nothing's worse than waiting out a storm on the 8th floor of a dormitory, or the 4th floor of an old apartment building with lots of large windows.
And on top of it all, El Burrito has another cough (caught from someone at New Year's), and I've got a sore throat.
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