None of the big storms hit us. They all slipped just north or just south of Austin. While that is probably a good thing, because this house doesn’t need to get hit by anymore huge storms right now, it did lead to a long and boring day filled with nothing but dark skies and endlessly droning rainfall. At least a little thunder and lightning would have been nice to break the tedium.

I spent the day doing yoga, negating the positive effects of that by eating a bunch of junk food, and taking naps. A nap on the couch. A nap on the living room floor. A final long nap on the bed.

When I awoke from my last nap, I discovered that Lin had been home and left again. I have no idea where he is or what time he intends to come home. I suspect he is out with his friends. It would be nice if he’d bothered to wake me up to say “hello” and let me know he was going out. I assure you if I took off somewhere while he was sleeping without informing him, didn’t answer phone calls or text messages, and was out at this hour of the night, he’d blow a gasket. Yes, 15 years into this relationship, and we are still dealing with a huge double standard. One of these days, maybe this weekend when he falls asleep on the couch for an afternoon nap, I think I’ll just get in the truck and go hang out at a mall, not answer any phone calls or text messages, and see what happens. I’ve been wanting to get some new work out clothes, and I desperately need a new pair of casual shoes. I haven’t enjoyed any shopping therapy in a while. It’ll be fun and do me some good, as well as point out yet again how he doesn’t approve of his own behaviors when it is me doing them. So why exactly should I approve when he does them? It’s a very subtle form of misogyny to expect me to behave differently from him. If it’s good for the gander, it’s good for the goose. He won’t ever change, but at least I will get the satisfaction of my yearly effort to point out to him the ridiculousness of having two sets of accepted behaviors dependent on who is doing the behaving.

Pisses me right off actually, and his going out without any word of where he is going or that he is going anywhere pisses me right off too.

Well, the house just gave a huge thumping sigh, and my ears started ringing. Stepping out on the porch, I found there’s a mean wind blowing … the sort of scary wind that twists and turns and comes from all directions at once. I have a love/hate relationship with that sort of wind. It’s fun and exciting and feels good, but it also brings with it things like hail and tornadoes. I guess I better go see what the local weatherman is saying. We may get hit by a big storm yet. Why can’t they ever hit during the day so I can enjoy the excitement and not get nervous about what’s going on in the dark that I can’t see? I love a big storm during the day. At night? Not so much … especially when I am home alone and don’t know where my husband is.

I better take some aspirin now. I can feel the pressure headache coming on already. Man the air pressure here just dropped so dramatically! It’s freaking me out a bit. I could do without a tornado tonight, thank you very much.