The Windy City.

So I'm not talking about Chicago, I'm talking about Barkingham because every night at like seven or eight o-clock, the wind starts to howl like Khyra and it rattles the windows and doors and even blew open the fireplace doors. There have been spotty power outages which totally sucks because then the furnace doesn't turn on and I have to sleep under the covers the whole time which isn't cool when my dad is sick if you know what I mean. Apparently, this isn't normal weather, but whatevs because it's not snow and everyone knows I hate snow!
And these times without my grandma have been tough because I had to stay in my kennel all day today because my mom and dad went to this Zen Buddhist meditation tonight where my mom learned she is neither Zen nor Buddhist, but if having achy joints and a sore back were a religion, she would be like the God of it or something. Her mantra ended up being 'sh*t, this hurts,' but at least it brought to light the fact that her entire body needs some serious attention which I could have told her because of how annoying is she constantly shifting around when I'm trying to chill on her lap. Maybe it's time for my dad to shell out for a massage for her since his poor thumbs hurt sooooo much when he rubs her shoulders. (I'm working the brownie points for my mom to keep coming home for lunch.)
And since my mom just got her computer back from repair for the fourth time this year, she doesn't have any pics so she had to steal one from the internets so I could show you exactly where I live by my bay and my mountain. It sure looks nice with blue sky!