I do think it’s funny that Bay Areans hunker down so fearfully when we hear there’s a storm on its way. I do think that.
But I have to admit, there’s something mighty unsettling about weather that knocks and knocks and knocks to be let in, like the terrifying little boy in that one Doctor Who episode. And then the trees thrash their heads around like dancey-pants Ents, the roads slick up, the drivers stare balefully at the sky like it’s still Fleet Week and don’t look where they’re going: it’s a mess out there. I’m glad I can stay inside today.
Of course, now that I’ve reminded myself of that creepy-ass Doctor Who episode, I am kind of wishing there was someone else here to keep me company.
This is not my empty child.