It’s been a long week. First, it was the rain. Then, it was the heat. Followed by the humidity. Then, I got behind at work due to shutting off my laptop each time it was storming so badly, so I had to catch up before the next storm happened, or was threatening to happen. Today it was the wind. I went to take the garbage out at 8:00 a.m. sharp, all intent on taking a walk. I haven’t walked since Memorial Day – weather and work issues encroached on my special “me” time. I looked out the window at 7:00 a.m. and the sun was shining brightly beckoning me to come out. I don’t like to walk too early on a Sunday – not enough people out so I decided 8:00 was early enough. In the meantime, a dark and brooding cloud settled overhead and the winds whooshed all around me. Too often this Spring I’ve set out on a walk only to abort it a few blocks later as it started to mist or drizzle. As disgusted as I’ve gotten with the weather thwarting my walk, I still feel blessed so far I’ve been spared the ill effects of Mother Nature’s fury as evidenced all over the country. Tornadoes are everywhere, from the humdingers in Oklahoma to lesser ones, like the one in Flint last week. Three Weather Channel tornado chasers were killed when a 160 mph winds twister picked up their supposedly safe car and had their way with them – they were only researching tornadoes to better understand how they work. Yesterday was the first day on the calendar for hurricanes – forecasters are predicting a volatile season. There was even an earthquake this morning. I cringe when I hear the people recounting the scenes of the wildfires in California. All natural disasters … angst-filled days for mankind and Mother Nature’s way of reminding us she is in charge, not us mere mortals. I’ll live with the inconvenience of a few days’ worth of rain (though I’m expecting slugs to make their merry trails any day in/out of the hostas). As Annie sings: “The sun’ll come out tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow – they’ll be sun!”