Wary eye to the sky

Elder Son stopped by yesterday evening, requesting a ride back to his apartment after work. So I finished supper and we headed across town just as some ugly clouds moved in and started to spit rain and lightning.

Coming back, there's this place with a panorama out to the horizon, and some of those clouds were getting lumpy on the bottom. Maine doesn't go in for tornados, as a general rule, but I've lived in Michigan and Illinois and Georgia, prime twister country. Those clouds looked familiar. Wouldn't have taken much more energy to turn _really_ interesting.

Rainbow afterward, sunshine and cooler this morning.

Receipt of quasi-bookish objects

UPS delivered bound proofs of THE WINTER OAK this evening. So I guess Ace isn't planning to sweep it under the rug as a lost cause....

Hey, it's almost a book! Gray covers still, but real pages and enough blurb bloat to give me a swelled head. And I've heard elseways from some reviewers who _like_ it!

Maybe there's something to this writing game, after all.

No wildlife on the evening ride. And I'm going to have to start using lights soon -- not to see with, but to make sure those damned drivers see _me_. The sun sets earlier in Maine -- that's the downside of having the USA's first sunrise.

15 miles, 1:02:15