Yesterday’s storm never came.

I am waiting for it still.  The sky is overcast.  I am thinking that it’s a no show.  I head out for my walk with Sheba without a hat.  Of course, the sun comes out and beats down on us. I regret my decision immediately.  Why do things always happen like that?

I’ve become fond of hats walking Sheba.  In winter, it keeps out the wind and the cold. They say you lose most of your body heat through your head.  In summer it keeps out the heat.  When it rains, a hat can keep your head dry and your mascara from running.

Hats have become my friends.  Besides being protection, they add a bit of fashion and character.  I don’t worry about hat heads like I used to in my younger days.  Rather they come in handy, hiding my bed head in the morning.

I’m no Princess Di nor the Queen.  Sheba is queen enough for both of us.  But I am glad that I have a little more hat flair than Elizabeth.

The sky is threatening.  I hear a rumble.  Is it thunder?  No rain yet.  It’s not 5 yet.  Time enough to have a beer to cool off.  Wouldn’t hurt to loosen up either.