Arizona

Saturday, July 11, here in Tucson.
Just after sunset, a sandstorm blew through my neighborhood.
Several lightning strikes nearby and then FLASH! CRACK!
Electrical service was no longer available.
In the dimming light I gathered all six leftover birthday candles
and charged my desktop fan from my laptop.
About ten minutes later, what sounded like a firing range erupted.
Eight or nine shots.
Several bottle rockets being launches and sirens, not close but frequent.
I propped opened the front and back wooden doors and left the security doors locked.
Nice breeze front to back.
In the near dark, I grabbed my desktop fan, my am/fm transistor radio, and my cell phone and retired for the evening.
About 3 hours later, I woke up to every digital clock flashing 12:28.
Went back to sleep, with my window air conditioner cooling my bedroom from 100 to 78.
Waking up semi-refreshed, I headed to the backyard to turn on my garden hose.
There, from the wooden door to the security screen, was a spider with single threads of web.
Fat black widow at shin height right in the center of the gap.

Okay, 2020, enough is enough.

P.S. The sandstorm brought 'six inches' of rain.
Translated that means the raindrops were six inches apart.