I had (reluctantly) planned to drive to town today - mainly because the temperature has warmed up (in the 50s, Fahrenheit).
When I woke up early this morning (after only about three hours of restless sleep) I was greeted by dismal fog and torrential rain. Within a few minutes, a Severe Storm Warning was issued. While I was in the process of pondering that - we also got a Tornado Warning.
There are no tornado warning sirens here, and the local radio station is nearly useless when it comes to updating the weather. I checked the radar on my laptop. The tornado was sighted over Pall Mall, moving east (where the hell is east??).
I'm near Pall Mall. In fact, I'm very near the Kentucky border.
Torrential rain. Heavy fog. Severe storms. Tornadoes. Hell, it wasn't exactly a suitable day to traverse narrow winding mountain roads for the zillion-mile trip to town.
I crawled back into bed and didn't give a royal rat's ass where the tornado was headed. I am presently overwhelmed with so very many problems in my dismal life that if I got pulverized by a tornado it would truly be a relief and a blessing.
Aren't tornadoes rather rare in December?
When I lived in Springfield, Missouri, I survived the 1991 Thanksgiving tornado. Actually, the tornado occurred the day after Thanksgiving. It was an F4 twister, which destroyed over 200 homes, killed two people, and injured over 64.
The Springfield tornado was less than a mile from my house. Since I had no basement, I cowered in a hallway with a mattress over my head. It truly did sound like a freight train - and I thought the roof was going to blow off.
Fortunately my place had almost no damage - - but my nerves were shredded.
The 1991 Thanksgiving tornado in Springfield, MO
The temperature is dropping as I write this. The rain has (finally) stopped. The day is dark and misty. It's supposed to be 20 degrees tonight. I don't know when I'll eventually get to town. Quite honestly, I don't give a damn.
Perhaps I'll hibernate and emerge next spring.
