Hailstoned

I'm one-- happily and comfortably so. If Ms. Mother N. hadn't wanted us to breathe in pine pollen and all the other detritus of the season floating around out there, she'd have fitted us with filtering gills or some such thing. I'm sitting in the living room, no fans, just a nice soft breeze stirring through, breathing in whatever she sends this way. (Oh, strange coincidence-- no one I know who's regularly out there "earthing" runs away shrieking at the sight of a random peanut or two...)

"Stick to your long-johns untill your long-johns stick to you"

Have had ours going-- fueled by pieces of a big dead oak, casualty of the caterpillar catastrophe of a few years ago-- that finally gave up the ghost with a huge splintering crash into our backyard a day or so after the violent downburst took out big chunks of several of our prized maples. As for the big oak, at least it came down well seasoned and ready to burn.

Shut em down, airtight, AC, and spawn children you have to take to the emergency room with one whiff of peanut butter.

Sounds like a plan. Appreciate the advice from a pro!

Luckily, the shed structurally came through pretty well. Just need to add a some roofing once I figure out how to remove our fallen friend.

O.K. Damage-Devas-- The scene from Monson after Saturday's violent down-burst. The smoke in one of the pics is from a live wire--

We’re about a mile south of that lightning bolt under the reversed U of the Pike. The bow or whatever was certainly flexed to the max here.

I think that would be a safe bet. A lot more damage from this than from the strong tropical storm in August of a few years ago. And this all occurred in about five minutes.

True-- can be challenging. But a ceiling fan in the bedroom keeps it tolerable, even comfortable most of the time.

No AC here.

Think I found the title: "Phase 7 APO Repression-Depression in the Age of Shriveled Weenie Expectations" Amazon review: " A gripping tale of a tragic string of faux winters that will grab you by the nape of the neck and won't let go till your long johns stick to you signaling its install time." (O.K. having fun here-- love your stuff even when only a phrase or two here and there breaks through-- plus, the ongoing amusement of "say what?" befuddlement of much of your loyal readership.)