I smell a thunderstorm brewing. The air was sticky and hot last night, but very suddenly it’s turning cool now. The clouds are thick and heavy, requiring me to use my living room lamps this morning.
I just love the energy in the air on days like this. It calms me. That’s one of the things I missed the very most when we lived in southern California – the rainy days. People think I’m crazy when I say that, because the warm sun is so wonderful and predictable there, but honestly, sometimes I just wanted a reason to stay inside and cuddle up with a book. If the sun was shining, I felt like I should be outside enjoying it. After all, it’s unheard of here on the east coast to stay indoors all day if there isn’t a cloud in the sky and the temperature is perfectly 72 degrees. Water cooler conversation the next day would surely center on the beautiful weather and the question of the day would be “So, what did you do yesterday?”
Joey is upstairs sleeping; he will not be going to school today. I was correct in my assumption that he his illness was bacterial, not viral. The doctor says he has strep throat. (After 3 kids, I’m really quite good at guessing that, although I can’t remember the last time any of us had strep.)
Although it makes my stomach ache to see my kids sick, I’m actually grateful today for the excuse to stay inside. I love thunderstorms. I hope it’s a doozie.