Moments ago, waking me from a sound sleep, was a rather large crack of thumder which sent the cats scattering. My big guy, Yankel, is the most afraid of thunderstorms. So afaid that I tried to get him to use a Thunder Vest, but he wouldn't go for that. His favorite safe place is in the bathroom between the toilet and the wall, thus... Now I am not afraid of storms anymore, time was when I lived in Detroit that if there was a storm il would hightail it into my grandmother's room for safety and sleep in the other twin bed. When I first came to MSU and was living in the dorms folks would call and/or come to my room to see me through storms. I have thankfully outgrown that fear, living alone as I have for over eighteen years. No longer do I hide between the wall and the toilet, as it were. It is a dark and stormy night.
Watching the ballgame. Tigers already lost, hoping for the same for the KC Royals. This game is a lot closer that the Tigers' ended up. That was embarrassing. Tigers need to take at least one from Baltimore before heading back to Detroit. And before heading back to sleep I need to see KC lose.
The storm seems to have abated. That said it will probably resume momentarily. Yankel is prepared.
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