Lea has resumed limited driving, but I’m still taking Nathan to school all week. It’s good talking time, and I’m impressed with what’s finding its way into his head. I don’t think I knew what a chloroplast was in the first grade.
We had a weak EF2 tornado—winds estimated at 115 mph—in the area yesterday. Unless I’ve missed reports, I don’t think there were any injuries, thank goodness. I don’t know exactly where it first touched down, but based on media reports and visible damage, it couldn’t have been half a mile from our house. As it happened, I followed its eventual trail for a couple of miles about five minutes ahead of it.
I have a soft spot for Timex. My first “real” watch was a Timex, and I’ve had a couple more since then. They’ve recently released some nicer stuff upmarket under the brand name TX, with interesting complications, long-life batteries, and sapphire crystals. I’ve not held one, but reliable net reports are that they’re well-done pieces. They’re a tad dear for me to plunge, though, streeting around $500-600. Plus, I’m a mechanical and rechargeable watch guy, and I don’t see a TX with a high enough gotta-have-it factor to break rank.
Thanks to hail sized somewhere between golf balls and baseballs, we’re getting a new roof soon. All of our vehicles escaped. The truck and the van were absent, and the clown car was in the garage. I took the truck that morning on a whim. It’d have been outside and pummeled absent said whim.
Sierra Nevada Pale Ale is still available at my friendly neighborhood Costco by the case with an out-the-door per-beer price of $1.08. That rocks.
Facebook continues to consistently think that I want to be friends with Barack Obama. That algorithm needs a hell of a lot of work, boys and girls.
I’m not going to make it to the Indianapolis 500 this year, but I’m already looking forward to it.