Tornado come, Tornado gone.

Thank you Wichitan weather people for "not alarming us," but for allowing us significant time to "prepare" for the end to come. I am very much alive and all I did was put on gym shoes (which I later immersed crossing a river that was actually our road) and run to a sturdier basement than my own.

What is it about Tornados that begs people to leave their homes and stand dumbly in the middle of the road or on their porches while debris is blowing all around them. What is there to see but the tops of buildings, parallel lightening, and trees bending like rubber. I mean, it takes a whole new level of ballsy or crazy to ignore the storm sirens. (there were apparently some neighbors on our street having a cook out-- A COOKOUT!)

While some of us were thinking about our lives as a brief, segmented movies sipping whiskey from a mostly empty bottle,  I imagined punching the tornado in the face with my newly sculpted muscles...which still need much work.

And, this is Jay and I before our lives changed (except not really)