Wednesday, November 26, 2025

This blows.

Yesterday the Amazon spy robot made a blingling noise and lit up green, which is normally an indication that an anticipated package has materialized on the front porch.

"Alexa, tell me about my notifications."

The bot proceeded to inform me that the National Weather Service had issued a wind advisory for the area for the following day.

I scoffed internally. I didn't remember the NWS issuing advisories for rain, wind, fog and the like when I was a kid, after all.

This morning I awoke from a dream of being stuck in a test bay behind a General Electric turbofan that was being spun up to hear a sound outside the house that tells me I should probably step outside after I'm dressed to check that all shutters, shingles, and tree branches are where I last saw them yesterday.