|Keeping Blue Bear safe from thunderboomers|
We took our last of the evening walk with the girls at the storm's edge. The razor line between stagnant humidity and the sky spilling its weight. In what had to be 50 mile per hour winds, I held tightly to Arwen's leash and Matt to Nyxie's for that last potty break of the night. All I could think of were pee pads. No bugs milling about, just a poor up-ended beetle, struggling to right itself. I nudged it into the bushes. We saw a bird fly quickly past, surely a Herculean effort in that wind!
As the second night of severe thunderstorms crashed overhead, we braced ourselves for yet another groggy morning. Without further adieu, I bring you "Texas Weather".