it was a big storm

Huge storm came through yesterday in rush hour. ellen_fremedon and I couldn't leave work for about twenty minutes after we meant to because standing in the lobby of our office was like being a car wash, no fooling. We chatted a bit with other workplace denizens about Storms We Have Known, and then abruptly one moment we looked out the window and went Hey, it stopped raining, two out of two midwesterners say let's go.

I had a little rest when I got home and even so was noticeably groggy when I got to Gentleman Caller's, where I lasted through two episodes of "A Bit of Fry and Laurie" before I was ready to go to sleep on the couch, which he said wasn't allowed. :-c (Side note: the other day I complained that there was no pouting emoticon, and that there is what he came up with. I think it's brilliant and it is just the latest reason I adore him.) I was asleep within moments of my head hitting the pillow, and in the morning he said that while he had slept okay (yay), he was afraid he'd woken me up a few times - which, I reminded him that when I wake up I can usually go right back to sleep again, so it's nice that he's sorry, but he needn't worry about it. Okay, he said, but I think I poked you in the face at one point, and then you turned over. Good news, I said: that's not one of the times I'm aware of having woken up. So hey, he poked me in the face and I have no memory of this event. Awesome.

He went off to tutor a buddy of his on a motorcycle ride, and I came home, had a hot shower and some breakfast, worked out how on earth to do video gmail chat with sanj, and then crashed for a three-hour nap, and an hour and a half after that I finally stopped feeling groggy. Storm's been gone for fifteen hours. Barometer is apparently just up where I can deal with it.

Next: grocery shopping. Woo.