I’m waiting for the house to blow down. High winds in the burg are whistling and blowing raindrops against the windows. The tornado watches have been lifted, but the high wind advisory is in effect until late tonight.
I like to think that this house is soundly built and as air-tight as any other — and although I don’t FEEL air coming in around where the wood stove’s flue connects to the outside, I HEAR lots of it whooshing around.
The clouds looked awesome enough for me to grab the camera and take a quick shot out the back door:
