July was hot and dry. It didn’t rain at all. I dislike 95+ humidity nearly as much as -10 degrees. Perhaps it’s my British Isles heritage, but moderate temps in the 60s and 70s suite me best. I love to sleep when it’s raining and find thunder rather soothing.
Pickles doesn’t agree with me. She’s frightened by loud noises like thunder and fire crackers. When she’s scared she hides under the desk while I’m typing. She’s there now because another storm front is moving through-complete with thunder-boomers and lightning flashes.
The noisy storm reminds me of the sound of authority figures blustering about his/her issue of the day. I’m old enough to retire tomorrow if I choose, and don’t worry about being fired, but do worry about the people I serve, who will be at the mercy of these angry people. People that are so insecure in their own ability, they make mean-spirited decisions.