Friday, June 13
In an unfolding personal annecdote which will surely amuse anyone who has ever lived with me or knows of my seemingly limitless ability to sleep through well, just about anything (but mostly think loud, snooze-less alarms), tonight I was awoken by lightening.
Hella, sick, in my face lightning. The kind that CRACKs and then tingles the hairs on your back, or in this case my entire head on my pillow. Bright enough to light up my room to trick me into thinking it was early dawn, but milliseconds after the light, the backing vocals made clear it was stormin'. It's like an instant power on button for your body. I'm up and suddenly mindful of my head being inches from a large metal AC box, a nice grounded lightning rod, and I slinked down off the end of my bed.
It must have been one of the trees on our block. I'll go looking for it in the morning. I'm now just waiting for the adrenaline to fade, because I know I haven't gotten hardly any sleep but I'm wide awake. And I'm still trying to grasp how I can related the sheer percussive whallop of what nature is tearing through with. So, cut to a current Doppler image:
Not too shabby, and yes, there are all kinds of tornado warnings/watches and buckets o' rain in Chicago-land at the moment. But just what does it take to get me up in the middle of the night? Think nation-sized severe weather front tearing through my neck of the woods. From the weather.com front page, the red part is pretty much centered on Evanston:
FWIW: So this is what it takes to wake me up in the morning. Eat your heart out Banshee
Hella, sick, in my face lightning. The kind that CRACKs and then tingles the hairs on your back, or in this case my entire head on my pillow. Bright enough to light up my room to trick me into thinking it was early dawn, but milliseconds after the light, the backing vocals made clear it was stormin'. It's like an instant power on button for your body. I'm up and suddenly mindful of my head being inches from a large metal AC box, a nice grounded lightning rod, and I slinked down off the end of my bed.
It must have been one of the trees on our block. I'll go looking for it in the morning. I'm now just waiting for the adrenaline to fade, because I know I haven't gotten hardly any sleep but I'm wide awake. And I'm still trying to grasp how I can related the sheer percussive whallop of what nature is tearing through with. So, cut to a current Doppler image:
Not too shabby, and yes, there are all kinds of tornado warnings/watches and buckets o' rain in Chicago-land at the moment. But just what does it take to get me up in the middle of the night? Think nation-sized severe weather front tearing through my neck of the woods. From the weather.com front page, the red part is pretty much centered on Evanston:
FWIW: So this is what it takes to wake me up in the morning. Eat your heart out Banshee
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