And how does the sun even fit in the sky?

[sovay]

City-walking with derspatchel did not pan out since I am still limping like an elegiac couplet, but we did get dinner together at Bronwyn in Union Square, where they serve chilled borscht with sour cream and counterintuitive but successful cubes of watermelon, and walk (slowly) back under an apocalyptic sky of thunderheads at sunset, complete with cloud-to-cloud lightning and the kind of livid glare usually seen only in nineteenth-century paintings of the wrath of God. I am incredibly disappointed at the subsequent lack of hurled thunderbolts. If nothing else, it would have helped with the humidity.

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[sovay]

But I am sorry to hear that, especially as I am in a similar situation, and missing the notorious Waffle Run in consequence.

Speak to me of the Waffle Run? You have my sympathy regardless.

Some got hurled between clouds, I think. And there was apparently a microburst somewhere in West Cambridge.

Well, good for West Cambridge. Aargh.

[choco_frosh]

The Waffle Run is an annual thing with the running group Teenybuffalo and I both run with. Basically, it's a pub crawl, only (a) you jog between the pubs, and (b) after three or four pubs, you go eat belgian waffles.

The microburst (if that was what it was) involved zero rain and lots of downed trees and apocalypticness for the old friends of mine (and their kid) who unexpectedly found themselves in the midst of it.

[sovay]

Basically, it's a pub crawl, only (a) you jog between the pubs, and (b) after three or four pubs, you go eat belgian waffles.

Damn. That sounds fun. I'm sorry.

The microburst (if that was what it was) involved zero rain and lots of downed trees and apocalypticness for the old friends of mine (and their kid) who unexpectedly found themselves in the midst of it.

gaudior and I saw tree-bending winds yesterday evening. I hope everyone was all right.