
In college, my roommate had a boyfriend named Kyle (she also had a hedgehog, a 6-foot long boa constrictor, a freezer filled with frozen rats for said boa constrictor, and a very badly trained little white dog named Chessie, but that’s another story). Kyle, although relatively pleasant, was really kind of a slouch: he’d show up an hour late for dinner, or linger at our apartment for days—not going to class or doing his dishes or anything other than laying around, monopolizing the t.v., and often eating groceries that I had purchased.
Tropical storm Kyle seemed a whole lot like third-wheel-roommate Kyle when it arrived today: late, pretty soppy, and capable of creating low-level annoyance. Instead of drama and winds and pelting rain, we got soup, soup, and more soup. And not the fabulous cheesy broccoli soup or even a hearty lentil stew. This was a thin, uninspired, poorly seasoned storm—one frustrating enough to turn even the most agreeable caninaturalist into a singularly grouchy dog.

Temperature: 63° F
Barometer: 29.93
Wind speed: 5 mph
Visibility: 10 miles

Temperature: 64° F
Barometer: 29.87
Wind speed: 3 mph
Visibility: 1 mile

(aka, “really, go ahead and try to make me go outside again”)
Temperature: 66° F
Barometer: 29.30
Wind speed: 8 mph
Visibility: 4 miles
Temperature: 66° F
Barometer: 29.30
Wind speed: 8 mph
Visibility: 4 miles

Temperature: 67° F
Barometer: 29.8
Wind speed: 12 mph
Visibility: 10 miles

Temperature: 65° F
Barometer: 28.5
Wind speed: 3 mph
Visibility: 3 miles

9:00 pm: No really, I DARE you to make me pee one more time outside
Temperature: 63° F
Barometer: 29.3
Wind speed: 3 mph
Visibility: 10 miles
Temperature: 63° F
Barometer: 29.3
Wind speed: 3 mph
Visibility: 10 miles
