rain at night

Of course it would rain that day I finally break down and water the yard. I blame Supermoon.

But it was nice, late last night, to stand out on the back porch. Lightning flickered everywhere, sometimes coming down in razor straight lines that would turn the purplish clouds green with their light. So much thunder rang out, over the drumming of the rain over my head. Everything smelled of water and warm concrete and ozone.

I think it helped me sleep, a deep long sleep.

shirts

One of the weird things about going from having pretty fair size tits to having none is how weird all your shirts fit. They still fit reasonably round the arms and the side, but there's a stretch and wrinkle to the front now.

I'm still not over the novelty of looking in the mirror and feeling so different about it.