Don't like Ohio weather?

Wait five minutes, it'll change.

Last night, when I couldn't sleep, I sat on the breezeway and watched the thunderstorm for a while. It was quite satisfactorily flashy and noisy, and I enjoyed it very much. I entertained myself by thinking of songs that mention rain, then tried to remember exactly how Terry Pratchett described Sam Vimes' childhood imaginings about raindrops as soldiers.

Littlefoot was less delighted by the storm than I was, and kept trying to plaster himself up against me. The accepted wisdom is to ignore the fear, because when you pet & reassure the dog, it reinforces the thought that there is something to be afraid of, and reinforces the needy behavior as well. Cruel pack leader that I am, I ruffled his ears and wouldn't let him crawl under the covers with me when I finally went back to bed.

This morning when I woke, it was snowing. The snow continued long enough to coat everything, including the daffodils & grape hyacinths that are just starting to sprout. Even though I know this happens frequently, and that the plants will be fine, I still feel sorry for them, getting snowed on when they are just babies.

The snow also highlights all the downed tree limbs in the yard, and now that I am permitted to lift up to twenty-five pounds, I may go out this weekend and drag a few of them up to the driveway so I can break them up and stuff them in a bag. I think one of the reasons I've been sleeping poorly is that I haven't been active enough to get tired. If I spent Saturday out in the yard, I have all day Sunday to recover so that I can go back to work on Monday.