We had a hellacious storm last night. Horizontal rain and blasting winds that were making the whole house shake. There’s nothing quite like looking into your toilet bowl and seeing the water move to and fro. And the sensation of wondering why the floor feels like it’s moving despite the absence of tequila shooters in the day’s diet.

The wind was blowing so hard that as I lay in bed trying to get to sleep despite the roar, there was always the consoling thought that if the wind knocked the house down, it’d collapse on my car, breaking my fall by about six feet. I reminded myself that this place has endured 15 years of this stuff, so it must be built to last.

The weather forecasts call for rain for most of the next week. Gonna be muddy on the hiking trails this weekend … assuming I’m nutty enough to go hiking. I expect I will be.