There was a tornado warning.

I grabbed my kindle and Finn, ran down the stairs, grabbed Moonpie and the kids, headed to the basement. The warning was specifically for the North Shore, yikes, so I didn't make a trip up to rescue the cats, but happily, there was no tornado.

Once the warning cleared... there was another warning. I had no sooner gotten up to the landing when we all headed back down again. Poor Moonpie was panting, she was so scared :(

But again, no tornado, so we're all fine. Honestly, I knew something was up when I walked outside an hour earlier - I kept walking first through weirdly warm and muggy patches of air, then through weirdly cold and clammy patches of air.

My mother went to have her bone density tested at Sloane today

1. Man, the acoustics in the bathrooms in the secondary waiting room are amazing. First I peed, and then I sang to myself for a minute. (It was a short song.)

2. Bought a man a burger and fries at Wendy's at the boat, but then he wouldn't stop trying to get my attention and thank me again, and it was super awkward. One thank you is enough! Don't make this weird!

3. After the appointment we headed down to Burlington to get clothes (and I made a stop at Trader Joe's to get fruit and salsa, but they didn't have the oranges I like, boo) and it occurred to me, looking around, that there really ought to be more visibly disabled people in crowd scenes. Realism, folks!

4. More somberly, one of my neighbors is going through a real rough patch, and without thinking about it I kind of assumed somebody was helping out and it seems that's not the case, so we're going to go over next week and sit with her dying mother so she can go out and take care of her own looming medical issues. (It's a twofer. I really thought she was getting more help than this already! We've really let the ball drop there, this whole neighborhood.)