Thanks to my Mom for her very heart-felt and sweet reminder about getting in the bathtub and pulling a mattress over my head in case of a tornado. I had images of a) herniating a disc trying to drag the mattress off the bed, and b) getting the three dogs in the bathtub with me. I did actually resort to that maneuver once many years ago while living in a ricky-ticky duplex in Columbia. Except not with the dogs.
But apparently we were briefly under a tornado warning around the time I was driving home from lunch and writing my other post. I tried calling Jon on his cell a few minutes ago and got his voice mail. I wanted to make sure everything was okay at his house in Windsor. I imagine he’s off doing his civic duty as a Windsor Town Council member — reports are that the Council building was hit by the tornado and there was a great deal of damage all through the area — he sure picked an exciting time to become an elected official.
