Gilgamesh is increasingly suspicious of the air. He’s drinking it in, raising his hackles, catching me watching him and wagging insincerely to reassure me that he doesn’t need reassurance, then heading back indoors and burrowing under the blankets.
Even without his olfactory genius, I can sense it, too. It’s a big one, all right, Hurricane Sandy.
Hang in there, southern New England friends. You’re going to get a lot worse than we are. Even up here & inland, we’re looking at very high winds and flooding. And so many are still trying to come back from last year’s double-whammy of Irene and the October Nor’Easter.