1. A tree limb of considerable girth fell moments ago onto my bet-roon window. No damage, but I am pretty sure I will wake to the sound of a chainsaw, or worse yet, a nail file.

2. I figured out what bothers me about the name of the fading hurricane. The rhyme and meter of it remind me of the name "Funky Cold Medina." For some reason, the thought of Matt L@uer saying "Funky Cold Medina" disturbs me.

I'm not okay with that.