I'm on watch. Severe thunderstorm watches and warnings still set me on edge even after all of these years. I don't understand why it makes me more nervous at certain times than at others, but it's definitely worse at night when I can't see anything but the brilliant flashes of lightning. The present storm has just settled in. The rain is coming down in buckets...sheets...raining cats and dogs...a real frog strangler if you will...but at times the rush of water eases just enough to be soothing. It's like a laughing stream just outside the window, but all the same, I wish I could be like my daughter who is contentedly sleeping through in my arms.

Sleep would be futile at this point, so I amuse myself with my own ramblings. I dreamed that my father was angry with me for being late to church. My lateness caused him to be late, which was not to be tolerated. It wouldn't have been half so strange if the church even slightly resembled anywhere I have ever been. Granted, we are almost always late for church, but Daddy is one of the few who has never mentioned it. I'm always fighting to get out of the house on time, but it doesn't happen despite my best efforts. Johnathan feels that there is little loss when the first ten minutes is primarily announcements. I mostly agree, but hate to walk into any room where everyone else is seated. I also dreamed that Johnathan put Emily on the couch where she promptly rolled over and off the edge. He picked her up and placed her back on the cushions where she immediately repeated the action. This process continued until I was yelling at him for continuing to put her on the couch.

I'm in possession of hot cocoa, Anne of Green Gables, and a Harry Potter movie. Surely one of the three can help guide me to the world of slumber.