A stormy week alone. It reminds me oddly of the week of the derecho such a long time ago, when I was also home by myself, and how I hadn't thought anything about it, then the entire world went dark and outside turned into the inside of a washing machine. I remember stepping out onto the little gross side alley at the old house and seeing leaves and hail and rain and debris just swirling around, the air being dark with it, and afterward, picking up piles of broken catalpa and privet out of my back garden. The power was out for days everywhere in town except my house, which was extremely ironic, because it was about 104 and my house didn't have A/C. 

Now, it looks like the threatened derecho and even the line of bad storms hasn't hit me. I'm watching the radar, the wall of wet energy break up on my trusty mountains - soften and scatter. I'm almost a little disappointed because it has been so incredibly hot the last day. A storm might cool things off for a little while. 

I'm disappointed the catalpa have stopped blooming, but now my runs are filled with the smell of the giant magnolias in the graveyard. I picked a bloom and brought it inside to make my kitchen smell sweet and lemony.