We just spend a hellish couple of hours with the dogs huddled in my mother's room waiting to get into the bathroom because of tornado warnings all around. A funnel cloud was sighted a county over, but not here, thankfully. It skated past us.

I hate that feeling of helplessness. On top of that, Neil had gone out with my brother, so Mom and I were alone, trying to figure out how we'd protect the dogs as well as ourselves, and wondering what they'd have to drive through to get back.

It seems to have passed now, and Neil got home. I went out to watch the storm, slipped on the steps, and have a giant bruise on my ass cheek. The lightning was pretty, but it's pretty small consolation.

Today without Spike was awful. But thunder used to scare him so badly, and he didn't have to sit through it.

Feeling: still scared