We are being smacked by a storm so wet and blustery, Marin County has been shut off from the rest of the world.
Seriously. Hwy. 101 is off-limits to traffic from the Golden Gate Bridge, all the way up to Sonoma County.
We can't even escape over the San Rafael Bridge, because the gale-force winds blew over a couple of semis there this morning, so they decided to close that, too.
We don't need to go out for anything, but if we did, there are several shops we could get to easily. Nope, today it's canned clam chowder from the Mood Emergency Rations, one crate over from the Earthquake Survival Kit.
I probably shouldn't have said earthquake.
It came to me in a flash yesterday that it might be smart to put sandbags on top of the fiberglass canopy over the patio. Good idea. That thing has been rumbling around, but it's still attached.
Oh, but part of our backyard fence blew over.
Otherwise, no leaks, no surprises.
Lots of puddling outside, but I guess we're watertight indoors. Nice to discover for our first winter in this new place.
The photo was taken last October, and you can see the sunbursts in the water drops (clicky on the picky). I don't think those water drops were rain, but that's the only drippy picture you're getting today. I'm not going out there with a camera, no sir. It's all we can do to bundle up and get poor little Bean Sprout emptied on the lawn when he insists. He's having a brave-kidney day.