When The Sirens Blow

Soapy,

No shelter around my neighborhood. I do have a closet ‘tornado ready’. But I have found the safest place to be is in a bar. The worst place to be is in a church. For some reason, tornadoes don’t hit bars. Something your retired friend has probably noticed is that they blow all the sirens every Saturday at Noon. If you were new here, it might freak one out.

Still feeling better – except now I have this head cold thing that’s been going around.

I’ll report more on Cymbalta shortly!