Loss of Contact

So.  I’ve never really lived in a place that was subject to tornadoes, so much.  So when I moved here I bought a weather radio.  Last night the radio went off at least 4 times with tornado warnings.  For those who might be unfamiliar, a tornado warning means one or more tornadoes have actually been spotted.  My weather radio is particularly fancy and only goes off when a warning applies to the county I live in, so last night was a bit of a tornado festivus.

Unfortunately, I don’t have a basement.  In the absence of one you’re supposed to be in an interior room.  My only interior rooms with no windows are the bathrooms. I think you can see where this is going.  With actual tornadoes out there, I wasn’t about to just go to sleep on my bed, right next to an enormous window.  But I had to sleep.  So, after putting my cats in their carriers in one bathroom, I put a bunch of blankets and pillows in the tub, and tried to sleep.

Unsurprisingly, it didn’t work out so well.  After the last tornado warning expired, I got in a real bed, and thankfully dreamed of disasters that do not require sleeping in tubs.