We’re under a tornado watch. I am such a sucker for electricity. I really hope we get to keep it. Otherwise, trying to feed myself and a toddler is a big pain. (Okay, okay, I had a grammar error here. I was huddled in my hallway with violent winds outside and writing fast before the power went out.)

I’ve retreated to my hallway — no windows — and am waiting for the storm to pass. The sky is an angry black and the winds are 50-60 mph. I went outside to bring in the marigolds. DH called from the road — further west — to warn me, but I was still surprised at the speed with which the storm picked up. It went from a touch of grey to 60 mph winds in a few minutes. The wind was so strong that I had trouble opening my front door.

This is scary, but it’s also a bit of a thrill. I know that tornados have narrow paths of destruction — nothing like a hurricane — but I’m still listening for that characteristic train whistle sound and the green western sky. If I see that, I’ll freak.

I’ve seen a tornado once. That was enough.