Confessions, with a calf

I admit I’m no fan of summer storms.

One hundred year old oaks sleeping on your house, week long power outages, and flooded basements are not my idea of a good time.

Been there, done that.

Yet I’ve been lucky.

In looking out my own picture window, they’re been more of an inconvenience.

Once those bills were paid off.

But I still was mighty relieved to see my friend relaxed and smiling last night knowing severe storms were expected to stop by.

Especially when I read number “13” on his tag.

Did I tell you I’m superstitious?

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