Midwest Offers Weather Conducive to Death Year-Round

If it is not a storm with knock-things-down winds and broil-it lightning,

It is an actual tornado, ice storm, and frequently amid temperatures extreme enough

In either direction to kill you if you sit still or move too much, depending.

This is why I do not leave the house for days at a time,

Several times a year. I do not keep track.

Things I used to tabulate included sex and alcohol portions.

Food diaries were always two-day failures.

However, statistics never proved valuable enough to balance the tedium of

Manual data entry.

The returns of knowledge were worthless,

And when a purpose did once arise, the data proved incomplete,

Inconclusive.

I do know that I drove to a friend's birthday,

After a parental birthday we hosted,

Saturday.

Then, you know, it snowed;

People cancelled their F2Fs with me,

So there.

Our car has a questionable tire now, after being punctured by an unretrieved screw or something, and who wants to brave "this patch might not work because there was some oily substance, we don't know what, inside the tire?"

I don't like having to rely on things that might fail and leave me stranded metaphorically or actually. The bus is fairly trustworthy, though there are incidents of violence. Actual shootings, I've missed out on, but I have been aisle-side when two youngish women started punching and yelling at each other. Nice. Hence, going out requires extreme motivation. Something like money, perhaps.