Entropy

Hmmm. Maybe we ARE still in Kansas, Toto.

Nighttime is supposed to be peaceful; a time of uninterrupted slumber filled with dreams of ice cream and bikini models. And since my unit is sheltered by other buildings, I certainly don't expect to feel the walls shaking and the windows rattling. But that's what happened the other night. The horrific winds made so much of a ruckus that I couldn't sleep at all for more than an hour. Around 1:00 am, it abruptly calmed down...but the aftermath was evident in the parking lot the next morning.

I'm guessing my homeowner's dues will be going up. The new shingles they installed right before Christmas were now all strewn across the sidewalks and pavement. Tree branches littered the walkways. Shards of shattered gnomes and patio crockery crunched underfoot as I walked to my car.

Then this morning at 24-Hour Fitness, the hot tub was broken, two of the showers were out of order, and the swimsuit spinner machine was sealed off with the gym's version of crime scene tape. And when you put all this destruction on top of yesterday's musings about my own battles with brain malfunctions...well, it does make me wonder if we're closing in on Mad Max times. I'd probably start hoarding gasoline and Twinkies if I had anyplace to store stuff.

Oh well. The good news is that I had an excellent workout this morning and am enjoying that delicious feeling of "good tired." I finished editing my latest VHP video last night, and am optimistic that I might actually tick a few things off my to-do list this weekend.

In the meantime, I'll just be hoping that Mother Nature relocates the high winds to the crappy Midwestern states where they belong. If she wants to slap Colorado with snow and cold temperatures, that's fine. We can handle that. But being blown to Oz is not in our charter.

Anyway, this discussion has reminded me of two things. The first is the phrase "Viene la tormenta," which is a movie line that carries a far larger punch than you'd expect it to. Can anybody identify the film? (Hint: It's my all-time favorite love story.)

Second, the carnage in the photo above reminded me of the damage caused by one of my college buddies when he drank too much and transitioned into what he called the "Dee-struct mood." (He was also the first person who exposed me to the classic addict's logic: "I can quit any time I want to: I just don't want to.") I will share some of those stories in future posts. For today, I'm just hoping to get through it without anything falling apart...and without forgetting where I put anything. Wish me luck, and have a great day!