I’m too young for my bones to be predicting an oncoming storm; unfortunately, age has nothing to do with it. This morning, my teen and I both woke up feeling like zombies. I had a terrible sleep. My hips, elbows, wrists and fingers ached. Finally at 3am I took an Advil PM. Stupid, because then I could barely get up. Zombie. My daughter, she felt it, too. Her wrists and knuckles felt terrible. Both of us were foggy headed and crabby.
In spite of all that, I managed to drag myself and the kids out to do some errands. Just as we finished grocery shopping, a storm broke out. It was one of those Chicago specials – not for the faint of heart. The sky was indeed falling. After loading the groceries, we jumped in the car. Flexing our hands, rubbing our knuckles, we looked at each other and laughed. Storm – yup, we should’ve known.