I didn’t get much sleep last night. Lightning and Thunder and I do not get along. I got struck in July of ’77 at a Girl Scout Camp in Big Bear while leaning on a flag pole and yelling at a fool counselor who had her kids out playing in it. The flag pole which was wrought iron got struck and me by association did too. Got thrown about 10 feet and got a mean buzz and a lot of small hair burned off.
People couldn’t stand to be near me for several days due to my unique body odor. I also had trouble getting my words and sentences in order for a couple of week. Severe spoonerism was funny to a lot of people but just frustrated me.
Anyway, other than a really wonderful night in Monument Valley, I don’t sleep well during thunderboomer storms.