Jessie sent this around the in the group text this morning. She told us that August said that Slothy did his hair in the night. Slothy, as you may recall, is a stuffed sloth and sleeps with August every night. More pictures started going around of others with bedhair, saying that Slothy had obviously visited them in the night as well.
I am so grateful that we can communicate via these group texts. So silly sometimes and sweet at other times, or both at the same time. We pass on information and ask questions. We send pictures of particularly satisfying meals and of flowers and plants. It's a beautiful way to chat with each other while we can't meet for lunches or gatherings.
One of the things I sent this morning was about a warning I got in an e-mail concerning dangerous thunderstorms heading our way. Before we knew it though, we were all getting possible tornado alerts. And it started pouring down rain. Hard and in buckets.
And then, it all calmed down. No tornado here. I see that there was one that touched down at the airport in Tallahassee but no major damage was reported. Good. Soon the rain stopped entirely and the chickens came back out from wherever they'd been huddling and resumed their normal activities and little songs and scratched about to see what the water had brought up.
Well. Just a thing I'm thinking about.