Get Out Your Bibles - This Is Gonna Go Deep.

Obviously that title is what we, in the writing world, call "ironic." Look it up.

This post will not be deep. In fact, there's a good chance it won't even be coherent. Last night here in our neck of the woods we had a storm. And apparently it was a doozie, though I wouldn't know because we tend to sleep through storms. I kid you not. I once woke from one of the best naps of my lifetime to the telephone ringing and my dad screaming, "Baby, are you okay?" Come to find out there were 3 trees down in my yard and my mailbox had been uprooted. And all while I dreamed I was a professional ice skater. It was magical.

So yesterday our storm started getting all ugly and violent about 3 o'clock and lasted until the wee hours, or so I hear. I can't be sure of that because our dinner was on the table by 5pm and we were all fast asleep by 7:00. That's how much we love storms. Even Meridith joined in the festivities, claiming that she felt like she was 80 because she was eating bacon and eggs at 5pm and retiring for the night at 7. But then she decided that it looked very much like a "Forks day" outside and she got all weepy and romantic and drifted into a deep twilight of slumber. (Anyone get that?)

At one point during the storm I decided that walking to my mailbox to get my mail might be a nice idea. No one that was driving by waved at me and my neighbors peered at me through their windows like I was psychotic. I didn't care; there was a good chance my Entertainment magazine was in there and no amount of lightening could stop me. Remi said, "Momma, what are you doing going in the rain? You are gonna get wet. It's raining like puppy dogs." To which Meridith replied, "Just let her Remi, rain does something weird to your momma." I told her to hush and flip the bacon.

My magazine wasn't there by the way. But I was undeterred. Sometimes a girl just needs a good walk in the rain. Clears the head. At least it does for me. I suggest you try it sometime.

So even though I missed the finale of ER (which I wanted to see only on the slightest notion that George might be on there one last time) and although there was no 30 Rock and the Attorney General was not home to put on his pj's at 3 in the afternoon and eat biscuits and gravy with us, and even though Mer and I got the urge to watch The Gilmore Girls but knew no one who had Season 5 on DVD, it was a wonderful evening.

And I am very, very well rested.

Praise Jesus.