It is very dark and VERY stormy out today. Flannel Cat has retreated behind/under the sofa. The trees outside are being whipped into a frenzy and outside the window, it is all one green-gray blur.
It is raining sideways.
Having grown up with the God of Thunder, violent storms like this don’t frighten me in the slightest, and Sigyn is pretty brave (unless the thunder is right overhead, in which case, tight hugs have to happen). So we are all pretty cozy inside, and we are content to let the outside rage as much as it wants.
Spat! Clatter! Rattle! Ping! Boink! Whack! Pop! Ping!
Well, that’s a different noise. Is that what I think it is? You stay here, Sigyn, I’ll go look.
Yes. Just as I suspected. Look, Sigyn! Frozen peas!
Sadly, not big enough to give the human female’s car a permanent case of the dimples, but entertaining nonetheless.