Why I'm Yawning Today

I knew we were in for storms overnight.

Actually looked forward to a break from this January heatwave.

But what blew over was horrific.

First of all, Dora hates storms.  Hates.

So, at bedtime, she got a little "calming" treat.

At 12:30, the howling wind woke me up.

I can hear the grass growing outside, so it doesn't take much to wake me.

I browsed the local TV stations, all of which were live.

Not a good omen.

But the front was still in Missouri.

Dora was asleep.

So I tried to sleep.

At 3 the tornado sirens started.

I turned the TV on again.

The red was close by.

The weathermen on NBC in Nashville live broadcast as their power went out
 and a roar went over the station.

This has just been confirmed as an F2 tornado that hit the ground east of downtown

 and stayed on the ground for 4 miles.

At 3:15, these same weathermen said this: "If you are in Cool Springs, and are near I-65, then you should already be in your safe place."
This is exactly where we live.

So Dora and I ran downstairs and got in the hallway bath.

Then: roaring, groaning and shaking.
Not in a fun way.

It really does sound just like a train.

And just like that, it was gone.

 We were safe.

And the all-clear sounded a little later.

So we went right back to sleep.

Just like veteran storm troopers.

We have had our first "spring" storm.

Only it's not spring.
So, all my friends east of Tennessee, be alert today.  It's ugly.

We may be spending a lot of quality time in that loo.

Maybe I should put a TV in there.