And I'm the butt. Still, ( 勘弁してくれよ! )

That will be all.

The longer I live in Homeland Center, the more I come to understand that it, too, has a 梅雨. The past month or so has alternated between periods of intense heat and humidity, and even more intense thunderstorms.

As someone who spent a fair portion of the last decade in Asia, the former doesn't bother me as much as it does other H.C. transplants. After all, I've been dealing with it for years, and at least now I get to do so with air conditioning and insulated walls.

As for the latter, I have always loved storms. And with the landparents gone, I am free to observe them from the Upper Levels whenever I desire. I've seen some pretty excellent stuff, from a bunch of wrens waiting a truly torrential downpour under the front eaves and a mourning dove lifting alternate wings to the rain in order to bathe on the power lines behind the house.

Last week, I saw lightening strike a tree in the neighbor's yard. Today, I watched another storm blow that tree over. A bit frightening, but pretty amazing all the same.

That will be all.

( ...Drumroll, please... )

That will be all.

So, the landparents have left me alone in the Subterranean Fastness for a month while they visit relatives. Far from being freaked out, I rather like being alone. I haven't journeyed much to the Upper Levels, but it is nice to be able to sing at the top of my lungs whenever the mood strikes and do laundry late into the night. Besides, I was told neighbors would keep an eye on the house too, so there was nothing to worry about. ( O RLY? )

And so the stalemate continues. What a way to spend my first free day.

That will be all.