Rainy Morning

[stormdog]

My sleeping brain must have been processing the heavy rain outside. I woke from a nightmare about being outside with a group of people when a tornado touched down. I was trying to hide under some concrete steps, but someone brought me into a building. There, another person who had been outside wanted to go out and try to help more people, but we were being convinced to stay in where it was safe. I hugged that person and we both fell into helpless crying. Then I woke up.

I had a nice breakfast of leftover pizza while watching rain come down in Posi's backyard. Then a utility finder came by, spraying paint and flagging something diagonally across the space. I got self-conscious and hid back from the window where he wouldn't see me staring at him, even though I wanted to watch. I felt kind of bad for him, out working in heavy rain like that.

The ride to Grayslake was really nice yesterday. I did almost the whole forty miles without having to check my phone for directions, thus I was a bit faster: just about three hours to Posi's old place. This trip really makes me want to do a long cross-country ride someday. From the dense downtown of Evanston to the open fields near Libertyille to the almost jungle-like forest around the Des Plaines River, it's wonderful seeing the sights.