Stormy stormy night

Our first thunderstorm of the summer is rolling in and I'm so scared without Dan here. It's ridiculous... I've never been afraid of wind and rain and thunder before, but laying here in bed, listening to the commotion outside, I feel so vulnerable and alone.

With everything that's been going on over the past 8 weeks I've also totally forgotten to prepare for storm season, so I'm trying to remember if I've left any gardening tools or odds and ends outside that could blow away or turn into projectiles and do some damage in the gale-force winds.

It's funny ... I was only with Dan for just over 18 months (engaged after 9 months then married 6 weeks before he died) but it was long enough for me to lose my independence and forget how to look after myself. 

Before Dan I not only lived alone and took care of my own house, I never thought twice about everyday tasks like filling the car with petrol and making sure the rubbish bins were out every Wednesday night. 

But then this became Dan's domain ... And here I am, a modern day Damsel in Distress!

At least I know why the cat has been acting loopy (approaching storm) ... Here I was, thinking she could see Dan's spirit tonight.