OOoh, there was thunder and lightening in the Bay Area last night! We hardly *ever* get either around here -- we usually only get heavy rain rain rain in the winter, but none of the dramatics that makes it so fun -- so I was very excited about it last night. And it was weird, but I actually got kind of worried, asking Tim, "Is thunder supposed to be so LOUD?" because it sounded way louder than I remembered it being. Maybe it's because we're on the top floor of a three-story building on the top of a hill (before I lived in a one-story house in the flat part of Oakland)? No, Tim assures me that thunder is really supposed to be so loud and shake the windows in their panes like that.

The cats were sort of scared and sort of curious about the whole thing. Marzi kept running to look out the window everytime the thunder rolled or the lightening flashed (for awhile it was really close by, too).

I love thunderstorms. I miss them, living out here. It was awesome, hearing thunder, feeling it shake the house last night. I wish it happened more often.

We're all of us sick. Tim stayed home yesterday with a bad cold. I was feeling better yesterday but woke up this morning with a sore throat and a crackly voice to go along with my body aches and difficulty breathing. The cats are both sniffly, and Marzi, who is usually very talkative, hardly talks at all these past few days, and when she does her voice is lower and cracks, and she cuts off mid-miaow as if it hurts her.

The cats are seeing the vet tomorrow. I'm going to drag myself into the doctor today or tomorrow morning. I hate feeling like crap. Meh.

I have another entry or three on same-sex marriage in my head, but I don't have the energy to write them up right now. Hopefully sometime over the weekend.

Bleah. I don't like this being sick stuff. Sucks.