I barely made it home in advance of a storm. I had just enough time to get the mail, drop off my purse, "deadhead" the flowers, and turn on the TV. While I was emptying the dishwasher, my son saw that we had left the broom on the deck. When he opened the door to bring it in, the tornado sirens went off.
So, I grabbed my purse, he grabbed his guitar, and we both grabbed shoes and headed for the laundry room.
To make a long story short, a radar indicated tornado turned into a storm-spotter sighted tornado just south of town. Everything is fine here.
And now I am getting on with my evening plans.