Why can't it be raining men instead?

I'm not a big fan of thunderstorms. So in my mind, 3 tornado warnings in 4 days is a little bit excessive. The first one, Thursday night, created the most inconvience, as the sirens didn't go off until midnight, severly interfering with my 7.5 hours of sleep. But Derek and I pulled up some suitcases in the storage room in the basement and waited it out. We brought books that we didn't read, and he had a camping headlamp on, just in case the power went out, so we would have been rather cozy if it hadn't been for the water running in through a hole in the wall and puddling at our feet. Sigh. I was hoping to avoid dealing with the landlord for at least a little while.

Having not gone to bed until 1:30 the night before, I was rather tired and cranky at work the next day. But the weather hadn't been that bad while I was walking there, and I had the promise of tea and happy hour to keep me going. And then the sky started to turn gray. And then black. And then green. The reading room has a whole wall of glass, and the weather channel was giving one of those Take Cover warnings, so we had to herd the researchers down into the basement. They were fairly lucky to get a tour of the stacks and the conservation lab. Not many people get to see those.

It was nice to have a day off from flying tree branches and such the like. Sunday didn't even look too bad. The thunderstorm waited to strike until I was alone in my parents' house, another place with a lot of windows. Being alone during a thunderstorm that could turn into a tornado is fairly high on my list of situations I do not like.

I think it's time to start making some sacrifices to the weather gods. Much more of this and I'll be able to keep goldfish in the basement, sans bowl. Not to mention the fact that Mother Nature owes me an hour and a half of sleep.