Weathering the Storm

Yes, the storm was really as impressive as they predicted. The wind howled all night and day, blew out the dust in the upstairs rafters, forced rain through the cracks in the kitchen window, and turned the trellis on our front deck into a pile of toothpicks. We emerged unscathed from our house, warm and dry. We were lucky enough to not lose our electricity, which allowed us to have a movie marathon and bake cornbread in the electric oven to go with our chili. James apparently likes to court danger, however; don't ask me what he's doing, standing on a rain-slicked three-legged stool, leaning against a wobbly railing eight feet above the ground. I couldn't tell you...