Sometimes you have to take your happiness where you can find it.*
Afternoon update: Hmm… Slower moving than they thought:
Oh, and Carlyn, be careful tonight. You’re in for some rough weather.
Morning update: Sheesh. It seems that every time we move, tornadoes are attracted to the place we left. Yet again, a tornado (around 4:15 CST) produced a damage path about a half-mile from our old house. We only had rain here, of course.
[*Allow me to put my usual footnote to storm stories: I am, needless to say, sorry for the people who lost their homes and businesses (and it appears that two people have died), but I have loved storms my whole life. Other than seeing a few wall clouds and some weak rotation aloft, I’ve never actually seen a tornado (waterspouts don’t count). We used to joke that wherever we lived there was a big umbrella over the house because storms would inexplicably miss us or dissipate before reaching us. My brother is the only storm-lover in the family who is actually doing something about it by getting a degree in meteorology. The rest of us just run outside and look up hopefully when the sirens go off. I even love a good rip-roaring thunderstorm but they have been rather thin the last few years (at least at our house – see umbrella bit). I think you will find this sentiment common to all storm-chasers and storm-lovers: while we hate that anyone would be hurt or killed, if storms are going to happen anyway, we want to be there.]