I’ve been very settled today, more so than for months. I don’t know if I’m just noticing the contrast with how bad things were over the weekend or whether it’s a payoff for all the exertion and medication. Whatever the explanation I’ve been enjoying the calm after the storm.

Tourettes has ticced quite a lot about storms in the past and here are some highlights:

“Why don’t you just shape a storm into a sheep?”
“Soft-porn snowstorm.”
“I’m sorry I slept with a biscuit 42 years after the storm.”
“I got flashed by a storm-chasing leopard with a hard-on.”