Day Eighty-Seven, Wednesday Night

There is a storm coming, the air is thick with it. The atmosphere so heavy with rain you can feel it on your face when you look skywards. The trees are restless, tossing with impatience at the storm's lazy entrance. Creatures must sense it coming, perhaps they can smell the heaviness on the air, no night sounds can be heard but the trees swaying wildly in their enthusiasm. the children are tucked away in bed, snug and safe dreaming whatever wonderful dreams they have, we are tucked in almost ready to sleep, but there is that restlessness in the air that comes before a storm, all that energy pent up just waiting to be let go.

Both children's schools have declared closures for tomorrow pending the storm. I find it interesting and wonder why, after all the tumultuous rainstorms I have dragged my children through to get to school, they are calling for a closure this time. I am not complaining, it was like an unexpected treasure, a night we didn't plan on that we got to stay up late together. To be relaxed about preparations for tomorrow, to just be together without anxiety about running out of time before we were finished with the evening. TR, Prima and I (Primo opted out as he is wont to do these days)went to get our 'Yule Tree' as ACL referred to it this year (I love that name since it makes me think of people I love) and we had a wonderful time at the christmas tree lot. I always think of the scene from "A Christmas Story" , it's so funny as the dad is haggling over the tree, the attendant gives the tree a good thump and a shake to show it's still fresh and when the camera pans down there is a wreath of needles on the ground. I admit I did thump and shake one of the trees tonight. Prima was allowed to pick the tree, which made her happy and it rained a little on the way home, TR and I dragged the soggy thing upstairs, wrestled it into it's stand and voila, we have a tree. Tomorrow, decorations!

I really didn't meant to stay up so late without writing earlier, now I am sleepy and want to turn in, but I feel a bit guilty because last night's entry was so abbreviated and I haven't been good about my daily writing on the NaNoWriMo. I am sadly behind, the last two times I have sat down to write, my internal critic was so loud, I kept going back and rewriting what I had, still hating it and rewriting it again. Feeling dejected after that, I skipped a couple of days because I convinced myself I had More Important Things To Do, and now I am standing behind a mountain of words I owe myself. That said, I think I better go to bed, I'm not sure any of us want to experience sleep writing! Goodnight!

Brazilian lizard, taken with my own camera!