Thunderstorms started late last night or this morning. I curled up scared in my icebox room, the thunder on surround sound.
This morning I babysat for two girls. One has type 1 diabetes, have I talked about her before?, we wrote poems with stenciled letters. Her poem went, My dad loves beer, My dad loves his dad, My dad loves wine, My dad loves crochet. Then I made baked chicken.