Good morning, my friends. It’s Saturday. My coffee is hot, the humidity is high, and there’s a flash flood warning.
Welcome to Florida.
I love thunderstorms. We didn’t get many up north, maybe one or two a summer, if that. Mom says they don’t get them like this either, and that it’s just a fluke.
@poptartapocalypse GOOD MORNING PENSACOLA ⛈️⛈️
♬ original sound – Poptart Apocalypse
Fluke or not, I love it.
Mentally, I haven’t had the best of weeks. It’s a combination of the weather keeping me locked inside and the absolute shitshow of current events here in the US. There’s no escape. I’ve been occupying myself with a third wreath, using particularly “stubborn” paper. It forces me to pay attention to what I’m doing rather than mindlessly rolling roses.
However, the weather will eventually break. It looks like tomorrow will be better. I think we’ll probably do some food shopping today, which means getting dressed and pretending to be a well adjusted adult human. For now, the storm keeps rolling through.
