Tiny fireworks, hail really

I was going to skip blipping for the 18th. Hail, sleet, pouring rain, and I didn't leave the apartment. Spent my time writing an article about the Portland Buddhist Peace Fellowship for an online newsletter nobody reads, and then editing a friend's article for an online political journal nobody reads, and then making wishlists at several websites for holiday presents I hope to give Margie and the grandkids. Really? Am I going to blip this? But then I got fascinated making photos of the hail hitting the window ledge, so here you are. This might be one I will delete later, so don't say anything memorable in the comments.