The winds coming off the mountains have reached peaks of over 100mph. Looking out the window this afternoon I could barely see past the street, the dust was so thick. This century-old house creaks, and the wind gusts moan and whistle at the windows.

Tomorrow will be the same as today, a long day of nothing, with a short period of social interaction with my parents in the evening when they get home. I could really get used to this.

~Halcyondream~

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