So the wind swept the whirlpool across the sky!

Hey, after a long summer of no tornadoes, today we have our first tornado watch of the season! Is it wrong to feel excited about that? I guess maybe I really have lived in Illinois too long. I should go to bed soon, but I was so thirsty earlier that I made a pot of iced tea (and drank most of it while it was still pretty warm). I just have to be up early enough to get the lovies to the vet by ten. Well bird check day!

I took myself to the people vet the other day because I wasn't feeling good, I had a nasty tight feeling in my chest that hurt when I took a deep breath. Mike suggested pleurisy, but it's not that bad. ("But he thought I said 'Blue roses!'") The nurse practitioner, who was the one I was so unimpressed with when he was wielding a speculum this spring, had no idea what was wrong with me, but gave me an inhaler anyway. It helped somewhat. I can't quite pin down the scent/flavor of Albuterol. I get an image of opening a box of fresh office supplies every time I get a whiff. Sense memory is weird.

All right, Alton Brown has imparted his wisdom to me once again, so I'mma head to bed. Someone wake me up if there's a tornado.