Spectacular thunderstorm going on here in the Bull City this Fourth of July; the folks who bought tickets for the fireworks are getting a different show than they bargained for. Mr. D. is watching the Twilight Zone marathon; the constant thunder and pounding rain and constant flashing are an appropriate backdrop. I’ve lit the candles, not because I’m thinking the lights will go out (although it’s always possible) but because it’s lovely to sit on the porch in the candlelight and listen to the rain.

All this atmospheric sturm und drang…it’s like SATAN is in the air.