Man, but Louisiana weather is tricky.
Every morning, we go over the weather reports and try to plan accordingly. The kids are always interested in this part as they watch me set up my gear for whichever kind of possible-disaster the day will bring.
But none of us were ready for the storm to suddenly roll in. At least they’re inside during the day while I do the postman thing and walk through it.
The evening didn’t fair much better. There were a few hours reprieve before the second storm front showed up.
The kids don’t much like thunderstorms and are somewhat stunned that I don’t notice them. I like to think it’s adding to the legends Han is building around me before she becomes a teenager and learns that her dad is just a goofball with a manual labor career.
But hey, today’s report called for clear skies! Now, let’s see if that turns out to be true.
It’s another Writing Night as the Main Arc session draws nearer. I’m hoping to get Votosh’s article finished this evening, but I promised myself it’d be a draft until the player has looked it over and gave his criticisms.
Time to sling letters, folks. It’s looking to be a 15-mile day.
Stay safe, readers!
-JB Swift
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