When I think of all the underwhelming storms that got names over the years, it is a meteorological injustice that the low pressure system drubbing us into the ground right now is being treated like a nobody.
I can’t see my neighbor’s house it is raining so hard.
What’s that you asked? How is the move going? I intend to fill up the dinghy and row my happy ass across town today. Perhaps I will take the electronics?
Remember when I talked about bikes all the time? Jeesh, grow up dude. Bikes, whatever.
Wait, I don’t mean that. The Titus is locked in cold storage, but it can’t be helped. The energy to go for a ride is a precious commodity. I’m already falling down the stairs tired, dropping bowls of spaghetti tired, go to bed at 8:30 P:M tired. Sounds like training to me. I never fell down the stairs after a bike ride, only before.
Back to my point though, what are we going to name this storm?