Jittery

Howling winds, driving rain-the fierce gusts sucked the chimney cap off and sent it twirling down the driveway. Not a lot of sleep for me tonight, I can tell already-wondering what else will come off the house or careen into it.

Finished my part of a cool costume, now onto mine. I was thinking Clark Kent and Lois Lane for Mr. F and I but his virus is hanging on like a barnacle so I might be doing it solo. Lois Lane would be easy but I have to be careful not to look like Sarah Palin. Just can't do that stupid little poof on the back of my head-what IS that supposed to be? A bun? Make up your mind, Ms. Palin-long and flowy or bouffant? Together? Not so much.

Like I said. Jittery. Another cup of tea is in order.