Oops.

Oh, damn. I've accidentally conjured another furious but tiny squall.

Funny how I still manage to do that in a landlocked state.

And I was almost asleep, too. I blame what I've been reading almost as much as I do the migraine that usually starts storms. One shouldn't ignore synchronicity.

But now I've gone and scared the cats. Except Tesla, of course. My (overly) familiar. She's used to it, silly little thing. Mom's cat, though, for all her badass naming, (Hellcat. Heh.) is a Katrina rescue. I'm sure that's part of the reason she can't bear me or my electricalwhirlwinddæmon cat. Sorry, dear. It's not personal. But you can't reason with cats. But, then... what fun would they be if you could?

Back into my book now. And a badly needed nap. Always made more therapeutic by thunder.