Okay, caught dry. This fat old lady don’t do the recreational drug thing – but I ain’t dead yet, and never say never.

Well shit.  Got up.  Put on my swimsuit. Packed my gym bag,  Headed off to the Y for my Aquaflex class.

Hooray for me, taking care of this fat old lady body.

Get there, disrobe.  Lock up my stuff and head to the pool.

Everybody in the pool is existing the pool.

WTF? 

Apparently, the Y has a policy that in the case of lightning in the area, everybody out of the pool.

WHY???????????

It’s an indoor pool.

My buddy Ben Franklin figured out this grounding stuff lo these many years ago.

But thems the rules. 

Lightning. Out of the pool, for at least 30 minutes.

So, there I am, all suited up and nowhere to swim.

I called BS because I just drove from home and there was no sign of any storm, much less a big ass thunder and lightning storm.  Sure it was windy – mega windy.  But you can swim in windy – even at the overly cautious Y.

Take off my swimsuit, put on my civvies and head back to the car.

It’s sprinkling.  Nope it’s raining. Wait, now there’s thunder and was that lightning?

Well, shit. 

Drove home through a big ass thunder and lightning storm. Got home and it’s barely sprinkling. 

Oh well, now I have a couple extra hours for other stuff that’s piled up on my things to do list.