about three or four times a day, gus will come into the computer room and wedge his head under my arm, flipping my hands off the keyboard. if i try to ignore him, he keeps doing it until i give him the attention he is seeking. sneaky little feller.
last night we had a massive rain and windstorm here in southern maine. the house shook and moaned in the wind. when we went on our walk this morning, perfectly round hailstones littered the edges of the street and dusted the front lawn. a large limb was down on the next street over, taking two power lines with it. nature is powerful.