Live blogging the coming storm.

 Indigestion rumbles in my gut harmonize with the distant thunder. I recline in my chair and watch lightning illuminate the western sky behind the neighbors’ rooftops. It’s going to be a bad storm. You can hear the wind rising in the trees and the house pops as if flexing its joints for the onslaught. 

Clearly my tired brain is running rampant in the early morning hours.  The doorbell camera chimes and the Amazon spy device announces there is movement at the front door. The Amazon driver hurriedly chucks a package on my porch and races back to the waiting van before the rain arrives. I go downstairs and grab the package. I place it on the kitchen table unopened and trudge back upstairs to my chair. I type these lines wondering why anyone would care. 

I need some sleep.