I work holidays. It’s a conscious decision on my part. I’d rather aggregate all the single days into a few extra weeks a year. Today’s the kind of day that makes me question that self imposed policy.
Yesterday was marked by thunderstorms. I woke to the sound as the Sun rose and listened to more crashes through the afternoon.
The morning storm was vicious with rain that seemed thrown as opposed to just falling. The thunder was loud and sharp. More than once I heard what sounded like a tree explode. We had less direct involvement in the afternoon weather. The thunder rumbled as distant thunder does. It was more or less continuous for hours.
Today that’s just a memory. Temperatures are comfortably in the low-70s. The dew point is also low. A breeze is bringing the smell of freshly cut grass in through my office window.
Down in the garage Stef is taking a shop vac to her car. Her RAV4 is six years old with a little over 30,000 miles. This is the right day for car cleaning. Like barbecuing it’s work–but not really.
Today is idyllic. Today it will be difficult to leave home. Today it will be tough to work.