Judging from the last couple of days, I'm going to go out on a limb and say tornado season has begun.

...and now it's pretty much all melted.

As the kids say, OMG. Frozen precipitation is falling from the sky.

Furthermore, it's accumulating on the ground.

Those of you in more northern climes may shrug your shoulders at will, but y'all, this is the second year in a row this has happened. Prior to that, I don't think I'd seen snow on the ground since I moved back home in 2002.

The local news channels have interrupted local broadcasts to run the weather guys in a fashion they usually reserve for hurricane/ tornado season. Predicted accumulation: 1-3 inches. Only a few cars have gone by, presumably headed to the store to stock up on milk, bread, and beer, despite the fact that tomorrow is predicted to be 45 degrees F and sunny and it'll all melt.

And now to get my camera to record this historic event.

 Despite the tornado warning, we made it to the airport in plenty of time to get through security.  We had a great time at the wedding.  It was in this really neat old house with lots of beautiful rooms and many exciting nooks and crannies.  Really gorgeous if one likes that kind of thing, and I do.

Alas for my general level of grace, the dance floor was a beautiful green slick marble.  Dancing + wine + high heels + clumsy + marble floor = bad.  I slipped, caught myself with my right hand, stood up, de-shoed, and recommenced dancing.  By the time we got back to the hotel, my hand was painful and swollen, and it was far worse the next day.  

Sunday morning we had brunch with the relatives, (delightful! And there was coffee!  Thank god!) and then hopped back on a plane to come home.  I brought a notebook, but wasn't really able to hold a pen very well, so I settled back to enjoy the guy next to me reading the NYTimes without folding it in half and therefore very much in my personal space.  I think he was farsighted, because he held it at arms' length against the seats in front of both of us, thereby pushing his arm into mine.  Random stranger, please don't touch me.

Anyway.

I did get some writing done on the trip, probably around 1500 words.  I can focus much better when I don't have internet access, e.g. in the hotel room where they'll charge you for it.

Yesterday, I got 1231 words, and right now I have 1007 for the day, with a possibility of more later.  My thumb is only today de-swelling enough to bruise, but it doesn't bother me to type, for whatever reason.   I'm grateful.

Also, I'm now 26,000-ish words into Brenin's story and haven't quite figured out how I need to structure this bad boy.  I'm kinda planning on winging it and coming back later.  Is that bad?

 We have tornado warnings in the area.  Sirens screeching and such.  I hope it passes by the time we're supposed to board our plane to D.C.

Wordcount for April 3: 1288.  It took me a while to get into it, but then I hit a sweet spot.  Stuff I threw in just for kicks thirty pages ago is actually turning out to relate to the main story.   I have no idea how that works, but it does.  Neat-o cool, y'all.