Thunderstruck

When the thunder started up in earnest today, I started thinking of the song Thunderstruck by AC/DC.  Then, it occurred to me that you don't get struck by thunder; you get struck by lightning.  Stupid song.

Here's what the radar looks like right now:

Anyhow, last night, I pulled a big box off the front porch and assembled the cabinet that I want us to put grandma's china in.  I opened the box and put the thing together.  It took time, but it looks pretty good.

When I got home from work tonight, I gathered up the Styrofoam and cardboard that it came in and got it all contained so I can put it in the recycle bin.  It's all ready to go, but it's raining too hard to drag it all out there now.  

Just before the rain started up, I was driving home.  The warning light for the gas tank came on, and I decided that it was probably my turn to use the Tom Thumb rewards points.  I got gas for 81.9 cents a gallon.  We had ten points, and each point is worth ten cents a gallon.  I got a tank of gas for under ten dollars.  It's been a really long time since the gallon number was higher than the dollar number on the pump.  

Good times.  We're coming up om the weekend, and I am headed over to Holly's house with mom on Saturday.  Should be a good time.