Tornado warning just went off, so the writing workshop that was supposed to meet at my house tonight has pivoted to Zoom. (I am very tired of the word ‘pivot,’ and yet, grateful to have the option.)
It may take a while for folks to show up, as they just extended the warning to 7:45, and I know some of our members are in their basements without devices to Zoom on.
It’s pouring buckets outside right now, but Arya says, “I’m sleeping, don’t bother me.” If it picks up any more, though, I’m going to be waking the cat and taking him down to the basement with me…