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52/299-300: Crackling
Dec. 24th, 2025 05:39 amWe just had quite a spectacular storm for the holiday evening. It woke me from my nap with loud nearby thunder and copious, wind-whipped rain lashing my window. At times the wind was so loud I couldn't distinguish it from the peals of thunder that must have been following those flashes of lightning. The lights flickered a few times, but we never lost power. Lying in bed I imagined water seeping under the doorsills, but when I finally got up the floors remained dry. There were actually two bouts of storminess, so I think we were in the eye for several minutes, with the second bout being the less intense.
It's gotten very quiet now, with just occasional drops of rain hitting the vent pipes and sending tinny sounds through the room. There is sure to be more rain overnight, and it's supposed to last through Friday. There is apparently snow in the mountains, and some flooding in parts of the valley, and a high wind warning remains in effect, but I suspect that the real spectacle is over. In a while I'm going to fix my delayed dinner, and I'll probably be ready to get back to sleep by dawn.
Oh, if Claus was flying over Buttehole County when that storm hit, I'm afraid there'll be no more presents this year. There's no way that sleigh could have escaped a lightning strike, and the cadavers of the elf and his reindeer are probably being munched by carrion eaters right now. Too bad they didn't fall near my apartment. I'd gladly risk a soaking to avoid doing my own cooking. Mmm, crispy fat elf skin! Better than cracklings!
It's gotten very quiet now, with just occasional drops of rain hitting the vent pipes and sending tinny sounds through the room. There is sure to be more rain overnight, and it's supposed to last through Friday. There is apparently snow in the mountains, and some flooding in parts of the valley, and a high wind warning remains in effect, but I suspect that the real spectacle is over. In a while I'm going to fix my delayed dinner, and I'll probably be ready to get back to sleep by dawn.
Oh, if Claus was flying over Buttehole County when that storm hit, I'm afraid there'll be no more presents this year. There's no way that sleigh could have escaped a lightning strike, and the cadavers of the elf and his reindeer are probably being munched by carrion eaters right now. Too bad they didn't fall near my apartment. I'd gladly risk a soaking to avoid doing my own cooking. Mmm, crispy fat elf skin! Better than cracklings!
