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It’s thundering outside, and according to the weather report, we’re supposed to get rain.
I like it when it rains at night, because I happen to hold the view (which is probably very irrational) that would-be prowlers and other idiots, including drunks, go inside when it rains, which means normal people are OK.
It’s really bad when I’ve come to the point in my life where the first thing I think when I hear wrustling outside my window is “start shooting.”
Or maybe not.