Thursday, June 3, 2010

Ominous Portents

The last day of school. Jack's bus will be here in 30 minutes. And it's storming, with window-rattling thunder and lightning flashes and rain, rain, rain pounding the windows. Hoover is panting with fear and following me like a shadow.

If we were in a Shakespearean play, this would not be good. Not good at all.

Thank goodness we're not in a Shakespearean play. Right?


  1. At least you won't have to run out in the rain to the bus-stop on a rainy stormy day for a while after this. Silver lining, anyone?


Thanks so much for taking time to comment!