Turns out I will use any excuse not to take my medicine.
I’m like a 3-year-old that way.
With another round of spring storms stomping through central Arkansas, we were a little more prepared last night for the onslaught.
Or so we thought.
Power out at 8. We hadn’t even made dinner.
The rest of the night was spent huddling over the radio, waiting to hear any word from our area. (Also: We would make the worst refugees/pioneers. Hardly any survival skills to speak of, at least on my end. The Eagle Scout could probably manage.)
Card games, conversation, candles.
Oh, it’s shot night.
Nah, we’ll do it tomorrow.
And so it goes.