Perfect Storm

Objectives:  Returning to painting class tomorrow

Accomplishments:  Partially booked vacation for July

Physiology:  No problems

Aggravations:  Keyboard lag (again)

  Superiors, the storm a few nights ago would’ve impressed you.  In the middle of the night, high wind roared through the area, causing damage.  Despite the non-tornadic image of the storm on radar, a few tornadoes apparently helped themselves to some homes as well.  The wind resembled a steam-powered train, rumbling continuously in the distance and growing louder as it approached.  Fortunately, my interstellar vehicle (the Stratus) escaped damage.  These storms should appear intermittently for another two months before we enter a hot, arid period.

  My quarters occasionally host some of the smaller creatures of the planet, like spiders.  But one pest in particular never seems to leave.  Cave crickets appear from a hidden nest, often drinking tiny puddles in the shower.  Cave crickets resemble a science fiction creation.  They have the legs and jumping ability of grasshoppers; the abdomen resembles a spider; yet, they belong to the cricket family.  Fortunately, I don’t require much effort to catch one.  With a little butter over medium heat, I’m sure it would taste okay too.