oh hello? good morning?

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What's that? Eh? Speak up, so I can you? It's pretty noisy here....
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Sheesh. I'm peering out my windows and the neighbors' downspouts have piles of pea-sized hail balls about six inches high under them. Goldie's got an inch of it on her. So do all the roofs I can see from here. So does the ground. The sky is a billowy iron gray. But I'm losing sight of all this because my old single-pane windows are fogging up something crazy. Crikey.

I ain't kidding, people were sweating and griping about the heat not even two weeks ago, and the time intervening has been peppered with t-shirt weather, but there just keep being blasts of the North Pole coming in between the waves of Spring and Summer. Freaky.

I can't see my gorgeous single-petal climbing rose that was starting to bloom two days ago unless I climb up on my kitchen counter and press my face to the already soggy and foggy window pane.... I'm hoping it's protected enough, up against the house in the crook of the el from my kitchen that opens out into a larger front room. I mean, I hate roses and the roses here were in for shit shape when I got here and I couldn't get anyone to take them off my hands, so I worked really hard to bring them back to health and beauty. Two of them, both climbers I can't really let climb too much because they're in barrels, are seriously pretty bloomers.

Long since, I have figured out the perfect configuration for this place, the way to make it comfortable and energy efficient and relatively impervious to this sort of stuff, but, well, that takes money and/or a really handy person with muscles... neither of which are to hand.
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Oh! Oh! Don't let me forget to brag that in one of the most lucid mornings of my life, I leapt out of bed and immediately boiled the water for a whole thermos full of coffee. I can't tell you how many stormy mornings we have lost power around here before I had it together to get coffee. Sometimes I had it together for one cup before the power went down, but many times not even that, and the creepiest guy in California is the only one around with a gas barbecue for people to come mooch a means of coffee water... so I have to lump it on those days. Today, I actually thought to make myself a stock of it in case the power goes down.

So, now, it probably miraculously won't, but I'm still damn proud of myself, because I've been a much worse twit in the mornings for the last few years than ever before in my whole life of legendarily insentient mornings.... The thyroid hormone and vitamin D supplementation took their sweet time, but they do seriously seem to have fixed me up really well. Thank you, thank you, thank you very much indeed.

It may seem Martian to be bragging about such trivia, but ask anyone who knows me, I need a damn handler to shuttle me from one room to the other in the mornings. It's frickin' pathetic. Notwithstanding my IQ being right there to respond to something like a hard crossword puzzle, the thousands of times the wrong burner got turned on for coffee water; toes stubbed while trying to turn from the hall into the bathroom; head glonked on cabinet doors; whole self hit the floor from tripping over my own feet; telephone calls aborted because we couldn't get my mouth to wrap around what was trying to come from my brain... pfeh... just deplorable... albeit sometimes damn entertaining. So. Maybe you can tell why I'd feel some pride about my foresight this morning.
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There is a very bewildered and cold bird fluttering around out the window behind my desk, trying to get spiders off the corners of it, but having to flit back to the fence to recover itself between runs.
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Do you suppose those are collided large hadrons piling up out there? Did the black hole happen? Or did another loaf of bread fall into the works?
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