Not only did I not get up early today, but I also took a nap. I finally got around to mowing the lawn, but it got dark and the sky looked, well, ominous. Thunderstorms were forecast, so I figured I’d better just get the mowing done and then hide out. After some short period of hiding out, the sun came out, but it was all just a ruse. After about an hour of good weather, all hell broke loose and I even heard there were some flooded streets. There are random severe weather warnings, and coin-sized hail.

My sister brought over some stale pastries today, which beats the hell out of no pastries, but calling them “stale” means I get to eat them at a rapid rate with no feelings of guilt. Not that I tend to feel guilty about eating pastries. I feel guilty about just about anything else, but not pastry eating. Especially not stale mini-pastries.

Oh, an internet buddy from Baltimore sent me a copy of the article I was in about people who didn’t get into their college of choice. I was featured, you remember, because I got into NO medical schools, not just my medical school of choice. The funniest thing was that my picture is right next to STEVEN SPIELBERG’S! I’m sure that’s the only time that’s will happen.