Under The Weather!

Luky had the nerve, this afternoon, to ask me to relate another big story about his strength and courage. I say "nerve" because it was almost laughable.

In the first place, it's raining in Atlanta . . . no, not that real "cats and Wolves" rain, as Luky describes it. (He refuses to use the generic "cats and dogs" cliché to describe a real downpour.) But this has been one of those all-day-long, soaking sheets-of-water rains where, after several dreary hours you actually feel soggy - regardless of how warm and dry your personal environment might be. For the past thirty minutes - after it turned dark out - the sound of the car tires sloshing through the puddle streets makes you want to raise your legs to avoid the gutter spray.

For anyone who might not know Luky very well, he's a storm wimp! He hides from thunder - and while today's sky has delivered few rumbles, there were one or two that pushed him toward the bedroom and away from the big windows. I didn't see any lightning flashes, and when I asked him about it he just looked at me like I was describing the scene from a Clive Barker movie.

Of course, a day like this means that our "business" ventures are going to get us wet. Even when we cheat on the "number 1's" and step carefully out the front door, away from the building marquee awning to the manicured trees of Midtown, Luky crouches, flattens his ears and starts blinking as if he'd wandered onto the rifle range at Parris Island and was dodging bullets. He can't fool me - I know he considers the large umbrella we bought at Ikea to be more valuable than a Kevlar vest!

Well, this won't be the first time I've blown his cover, but he won't be happy with this picture. The thing is, his mommy, Kiki, is not feeling well today. She's home, by herself, cuddled into her warm, lonely bed trying to beat back some sort of Fall bug. We both want her to get well real fast - that's for sure. Maybe it's just the case that when his mommy gets sick, Luky feels like he's under the weather, too!