"Okay... I'm up", I whined to nobody in particular. I stumbled across the room looking for my glasses and headed downstairs to the bathroom. Jana was already up and filling the house with morning aromas. Did I mention I'm not a morning person? ....all those nasty smells on my pre-dawn olfactory are just too much, coffee, cigarettes, eggs, gack! The bathroom smells like hair spray and talcum and perfume.... I guess that's better than the alternative but, I'm not sure. I do my duty to God and my country, brush my teeth, slap on some clothes, kiss the wife and kids and head out. The morning sky was lit like a burning match head. The streets were shiny wet, reflecting neon greens and reds as I drove out of the driveway. The guy on the radio said there were more storms coming in from the west and from the look of things somewhere, somebody was getting hammered.