“It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents” – everyone has heard this famous phrase from the 18th century novel “Paul Clifford”. I associate it more with Snoopy who pecks out that sentence while sitting at the typewriter atop his red doghouse. Well, now it’s been a dark and stormy night, a dark and stormy day etc., etc. three times over. Though I’ve peered out the window countless times willing the bad weather to go away, walking is just not going to happen again today. I should go downstairs and ride my exercise bike and at least get the ol’ ticker going, but snuggling down under the covers and hitting the snooze alarm feels soooooooooooooo good. I am a newshound and have my radio headphones right beside my bed. The aggravating beeping of the alarm once again annoys me so instead I tap it off and grab the radio headphones to hear what happened in the world since I went to bed. I snuggle down deeper as another wave of this latest storm moves though; the thunder rumbles and the pelting rain drums on top of the patio roof behind my head. Another long rumble of thunder drowns out the news story and I think of my mom’s expression that “God is moving his furniture again” … it sure sounds like it. The meteorologists are as weary of giving the same forecast as we are of hearing it.