This nor’easter won’t stop today. The wind has been howling since yesterday, and it’s pouring. It’s cold too – only in the forties. Hubby refuses to turn the heat on. The house is around 60 degrees. I’m finishing up a few things I can only do on the main computer, then taking my laptop downstairs, lighting a fire, and working there for the warmth.
Shadow is so funny in the rain. She hates rain. Now when she sees me take out an umbrella, you can just see her face fall. “Oh no….rain. No ball playing today.” When I walk her along the street, she keeps turning her head around and looking up at the sky, as if seeking the source of whoever is hurling raindrops on her. She looks absolutely offended at the rain, as if it’s beneath her dignity to get soaking wet.
One good thing about stormy weather…it makes Pierre all cuddly. As I write this, my tough, independent cat has discovered sitting on my lap while I work. He’s too big for that, however, and sort of drapes all 17 pounds of his king cat self across my lap, resting his chin on the arm of my chair.
My garden looks like it’s drowning, and we’ve got a tree across the driveway. Happy fall! Now I am heading down to a warm fire and continuing my workday…
