Each year about this time, once another tornado season has safely passed us by, I feel a strange sense of loss.
Do I miss the excitement?
Or is it simply dissappointment that the possibility of a tornado hitting the clinic and carrying me off to Oz is now gone for another year?
There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.
I sure could use a pair of ruby slippers right about now.