Rainy, dreary days are that which I am not fond of. Thunderstorms? Now we’re talking. They used to scare the crap out of me as a kid. They still do, but the fascination factor plays into things quite a bit. Watching the thunderheads off on the horizon. The thrill of the wall cloud passing over head and wind nearly knocking you over. Lightning so close that as soon as you see it, thunder announces that you are fortunate to not be fried like an egg. I love that. The boom is maddening enough to make you heartbeat quicken. If it can make me jump, all the more better. Call it the thrill seeker in me. It’s unpredictable. It could kill you. It’s fun.
Mike is on route once again. Before the sun was up, he was in the air with his crew. They say this one will be for two months. There is comfort in that. The destination is better than his last, but far from being the safest place on earth. I talked to him yesterday on the phone. Of course he’s not happy to go, but it’s all apart of the job. The guy has been to more parts of the world that I can even hope to see. At the same time, I don’t think I’d like to see them the way that he has. Regardless, I’m here to support him. I don’t like war of any kind, but this forum was never intended for any discussion of my political thoughts. He’s my brother, and I’m behind him and his squadron one hundred percent. Whatever brings them all home soon and safe.
A storm is brewing. Smells like rain. Time to end this in case the power goes out.