I have a recurring dream about tornados. I’ve had them for years, ever since I first moved to LA, and they’re the only recurring dream I’ve ever had.
I’ve stolen Liz’s pic from her office so you can see how dark it’s gotten here. Like a snap of the fingers- blindingly blue skies, not a cloud in sight one minute, and this the next. This is some Wizard of Oz darkness happening now. If a twister appeared, touched down on Michigan Ave, I wouldn’t be surprised.
Meanwhile, the Taste of Randolph is supposed to happen outside my office building at 5pm. But I’m guessing from the fact that the guys setting up just ducked into port-a-potties for shelter, it might not happen. Which sucks because I’m seriously hungry (sing-song voice sings “Prioritieeeees…” in back of head). Also, I really do not want to die at the office.