Seriously. The other night when we had bad storms right around dinner time, my wrist was aching. It had been sorta sticky and stiff all afternoon. By midnight while I was lying in bed reading (hours after the rain cleared), my wrist was fine. I am entirely too young to have two trick toes, a trick wrist and a right hand that still doesn’t make a fist. I’m not even 30 until the 30th. This is funny, though. And I’m taking 30-40 people on a walking tour tomorrow in the afternoon, when they are calling for storms. So I guess I’ll know if any are coming. Wrist, don’t fail me now!