An Arizona kind of grey

And so I'm home again, trying to readjust to a "new" place, a "different" computer, and a cat who's just a bit bewildered by the whirlwind of changes he's suffered. Right now, he's outdoors, inspecting the yard to see if that battle-scarred interloper cat has moved further into His Turf during his absence.
The flight from Anchorage to Phoenix was lovely and smooth -- until we reached the Utah border with Arizona, at which time things got just a bit bumpy. Proof positive that it was a monsoon storm we were about to move through on our landing approach. Time: five-ish in the afternoon.

Phoenix was its usual hot & sunny self but ... before we even hit the city limits, the shuttle bus was moving along under a dark cloud, all we could see ahead. Out the side window to the west was a heavy-duty storm probably between Lake Pleasant and Wickenburg. The clouds opened up briefly to let the evening sun through. Very unusual; as a rule the storms don't pour out of the mountains until much later in the day.

Clouds to the north didn't look as angry, just drizzly. And you never can tell from a distance whether that moisture using up the bottom is hitting the earth or merely virga, a curtain of raindrops that evaporates well before ground level. Virga is one of those frustrating weather phenomena which teases residents of dry country. Turned out that this was the tag end of a very stormy day in Prescott. Fortunately, I had unplugged all my pet electronics before heading to the North Country, as the transformer immediately up the hill suffered a direct hit from the lightening. So all's well once I spend time at the supermarket and replace the battery charger left behind.