Neanderpundit

Multiple members of my immediate family have been struck by lightning at various points in their lives, and as a result, I’ve always been a bit drawn to thunderstorms. Like saturday evening, when I was standing on a metal ladder in crocs cleaning the gutters. Or saturday afternoon, when the Conex box I was in was apparently struck by lighning. (The person who was there with me claims to have peed himself a bit) (I myself very nearly became incontinent) the flash and bang were exactly coincident, and the lights went out, though there was still power.

There was about four inches of water almost everywhere, so neither of us felt it was a paricularly smart idea to go out to the post and reset the main breaker.

Nice that it was a conex box, though, because it was like a faraday cage; perfect place to be during a storm- just not entering or leaving. It’s particularly well grounded, maybe we ought to put a lightning rod on top, though.

And for those who did, and were broken all their lives,

and for those who came home and we have lost in our midst

Thank you.

I can ramble a lot about how much I appreciate what you did, but it would just feel trite. So thanks, and I’ll try to deserve your sacrifice. As a nation, we haven’t been doing so well, in that regard. Maybe I can do better as an individual.

Woke up a dozen times last night because of pain in my hands. Discovered for whatever reason that laying on my side and cupping my nuts in my hand made the pain go away. Then I’d wake up with the other hand smarting, roll over, and switch hands.

These are my evenings, folks, sleeping like an eggbeater and squeezing my balls. Is it any wonder I seem deranged?