There is something very wrong when the indoor humidity is higher than the outdoor humidity. The blowers are off, which means no breathable air. O gross.
Footman, fetch me my gills!
There is something very wrong when the indoor humidity is higher than the outdoor humidity. The blowers are off, which means no breathable air. O gross.
Footman, fetch me my gills!

Cloud-to-ground Lightning Strike, Owen County, Indiana, 28 June 2006
It’s storming, with rumbly thunder and lightning. And, there are workers on scaffolding on the side of the building. Scaffolding which is connected to a giant metal tower. Doesn’t that sound like something that might end in tears? Aieee!
It rained earlier today, but for the most part, the sky has been kind of yucky and boring. We have huge, puffy white clouds right now, with sunshine, but who knows how long that will last? I wasn’t able to get any decent photos, so I Photoshopped the hell of this one. I lowered the saturation, warmed up the color, darkened it, and increased the contrast.
It’s been raining on and off all day, with low, rumbly thunder. I guess we needed it, because I don’t think it’s rained much recently.
When I was out in the country, I’d check the weather religiously. Things can sneak up on you in the hills, and somehow living in a valley made bad weather seem especially menacing. Since moving back to town, I’ve noticed that I rarely pay attention to the weather beyond noting what it\’s doing right at that moment. And sometimes, even then, I don’t notice what the sky is doing. Living in a brick building makes it difficult to hear the wind and rain. It’s a solid building, which has hugely reduced my storm anxiety.
It’s nice to be able to actually enjoy storms.
A storm blew through about an hour ago, with hail, lots of wind, and really dark skies. When the worst had passed, there were some faint mammatus clouds visible. The bottom picture was taken after the sun had come out, but while the northern sky was still deep blue with clouds.
The mammatus pictures didn’t come out very well, so I tweaked the hell out of them in Photoshop.

Storm Clouds over Business/SPEA 3 April 2007 3:30pm
Until today, all the good spring storms had happened overnight. This was the view from where I work at about 3:30. There was a ton of lightning, too, but not of the sort you can photograph. It’s still rumbly outside, and I noticed, as I was driving home, that there were washy sections across the road, where there’d been some minor flash flooding. I have to say that it’s very nice to be living in town, away from overhanging trees, and where I don’t have to drive very far to get home from work. My storm anxiety is almost non-existent now, which is very, very cool.
It’s supposed to get up to 78F today, with storms late in the afternoon. Tonight, the low is supposed to be 28F. It was a little chilly last night (I’m guessing it was about 50F when I got up). Too cool for a fan, but too warm not to have it on. Unfortunate, because the fan provides white noise, which masks some of the weird, random sounds that come from upstairs during the night.
Which brings me to my complaint o’ the day. Why, oh why, is it necessary for Mr. Upstairs to practice scales at 4am? Up-up-up-up-up, down-down-down-down-down. I usually get up at 4:30, so I didn’t appreciate being waked up a half hour early by him plunking on the keyboard. And stomping in time with the, um, “music.” That went on until I left at 5:45.
He’s also added an early evening session of step aerobics to his routine, of which I approve in theory (exercise is good!) but cannot abide in practice (step aerobics is noisy!).
I’m going to have to complain to the management folks. I don’t want to. Really, really, really, I don’t. I have a feeling that the guy has bigger issues than just being an asshole, and it’s probably not fair to expect him to have any concept of what constitutes socially acceptable behavior. But, damnit, he’s driving me to tears!
In other crazy neighbor news, a new tenant moved into the apartment above the Bumpases. He’s got a cute little white Pit Bull, but she’s an obnoxious pain in the ass. He left her out on the balcony most of the day on Sunday, and she bark-bark-barked at every little thing. And when I took Harriet out for her afternoon potty break, she snarled and growled and flung herself at the balcony railing, trying to get to Harriet. Not good. She’s up on the third floor, and I’d hate to see her fall. I also think she’s awfully young to be exhibiting that level of dog aggression, even for a Pit Bull. They usually don’t get snarky until they’re a year or two old, and this girl is maybe 4-5 months old.