Some sort of strange yellow orb appeared in the sky today, bringing with it bright light and heat. There’s something oddly familiar about it, and yet I fear it, and have been fighting the impulse to put a towel over my head and begin chanting.
Can it be that the sky is finally empty of its liquid contents? Much as I’ve been wishing for a respite from the downpour, now that it’s here, I feel uneasy, like this is just a pause before the next plague begins. I hope it’s frogs. That was always my favorite. I don’t see what’s so bad about frogs; they’re definitely preferable to boils, and certainly to the smiting of the firstborn. Much as I enjoy a good smiting, that’s one I personally prefer to avoid.
Hmm, kind of rambling here. Punchy. Think the Seasonal Affective has disrupted my sleep pattern. Better leave off now. Hope all is well in your world.