Today a big storm has blown in. Actually, it's three storms all converging on Orange County, apparently. The rig is in earthquake country, for certain. Every now and again the whole house just rocks.
So, I've done what any self-respecting writer would do, and that's open a bottle of Chianti and settled in to wait the sucker out. With the new room outside (here's hoping our makeshift anchors hold it down!) we have a warm place to smoke, albeit blustery. The dog has food, and so do we, so we can hang out for a while.
We managed to make a successful run with the 'tang today, we blew a fuse but Fred could fix that with both hands tied behind his back. Or. Um. Well, you catch my drift. I guess he could've told me where to put it. heehee
Life is good.
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