Bleagh.

Not only is it dreary outside, but we also have the thrilling possibility of a tornado alert, which means long hours of sitting in the grotty downstairs hallway, packed in like cattle, whilst our immediate neighbors discuss extremely personal issues at insanely high volumes on their itty bitty phones.

I'll have to remember to bring a book and a blanket. And a pillow, maybe. And a bludgeon. Just in case.