Maxi

Maxi, as she's been dubbed (after the latest storm Maximus), seems to be praying opened arm, hand to the sky, for a bit more heavy weather.

She appears to be feeling her age (about 12 hours old) and a little less provocative then last night (Maxi on parade), especially without her garb.

Her origins date back to the stir crazy, home-bound imagination of my wife... and her latest attack of blip-itus.

Both of us are feeling a smart better this evening as we await another punch form winter's fury overnight.

Fortunately, while being under the weather the past two days, we've been able to be productive working from home ...and catching up on the often overlooked art of napping, which I proudly experience (smile moment) mid-afternoon.

Pray on...