We're having a strong winter storm blow through. It started late last night/early this morning. By 4:00 a.m. Simon was batting the window blinds by the bed so I'd open them and he could watch the leaves blow off the big Chinese Elm in the back yard (it's his favourite pastime).


I had nearly got back to sleep when the planes started coming in. When the weather turns nasty, the incoming flights to San Francisco International get re-routed right over us (so, whenever you're flying into SFO and the weather's ickey, be sure and give us a shout hello as you drift over Alameda).


Adding an exclamation mark to the morning, we've just had a thunder storm pass over us. Being ever the sensible one, Billie sheltered herself against the coming armageddon by crawling under the bed. Simon stayed with me, partly because he didn't know if it was thunder (which he's terrified of) or just another plane, but mostly because I was munching chips and salsa (at 10:30 a.m.!) and he wanted to be sure he got a couple of chips before the sky fell on us.


It's comforting to know that if/when the nuclear holocaust pays us a visit, Simon will remain by my side to the bitter end...just as long as I have a bag of chips and, hopefully, some chocolate. Such loyalty!

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