We had lots of tornado warnings last night around 9 p.m. I couldn't convince B to stay on the main level so it was me and August, who hid under the dining room table. (Andy is at a conference in Denver, or should I say corporate golf outing?) At one point, the inside garage lights mysteriously came on so I had to wait until the rain and wind died down to see whether the door somehow opened. Meanwhile, L was texting me because the tornado sirens were going off in Champaign and she didn't want to go to the basement without her cats. We had a few limbs down and my petunia planter fell over.
Pictures Andy sent from wherever he is.
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