I loves me a thunderstorm
and this morning, after hitting the hay last night early, I awoke to a toad-strangling 4;30 thunderstorm, staggered into the head to pee, and went back to bed.
Warm house, warm bed, big pile of blankets, cold storm raging outside, arm around the wife, fingertips slid beneath the waistband of her PJ’s, dog snuggled up against my back snoring…..
life is pretty good. A whole lot more money would not make me feel any better than I did that moment.
Woke up to the same storm 45 minutes later. But my dog is the worlds biggest baby and had all 75 pounds of her on the bed shivering and whining.Got her to lay down and went back to sleep. I used to sleep through thunderstorms.
Two very different thoughts about the same storm.
Ray made me spray coffee after reading yours Og.
sounds like a beautiful life… even better, you sound like a good man who appreciates it!