It was around midnight when I got home. Since I’d left the air conditioners off all day, a muggy heat oozed from the walls. I put the gallon of milk that I’d left at Sarah’s place in my fridge. The watermellon left over from the Fourth of July cookout still sat on the bottom rack. I’d need to throw that out tomorrow.
I turned on the fan in the window next to my bed and fell back onto the sheets. The last throes of the hurricane could be heard outside. Dennis turned out to be like a presidental nominee – lots of hype but no follow-through.
There was some wind and some rain, but the largest thing to come down in our neighborhood was a sagging powerline that could have been knocked down by the preceeding thunderstorm.
I picked my copy of The Lord of the Rings and began to read. Gandalf and Theoden were going to confront Sauruman. I reflected over the day. I spent most of it at Sarah’s watching movies and playing Donky Conga. Just an average Sunday afternoon with a hurricane outside.