The morning constitutional nearly did me in because here at Casa de las Rocas Grandes, it's forty degrees with a forty MPH, gale force arctic blast. If we don't lose the cedar tree by nightfall I'll count my blessings. At lunch a windblown roof tile crashed onto the deck leaving a wickedly crooked gouge a half inch across and five inches long before shattering into pieces. It was followed by a second concrete roof tile a half hour later. Lake Mathews looks like Gitchy Goomy the night the Edmund Fitzgerald went down. And it's cold. Whiney or not, the wind chill factor is 27 degrees Farenheit. That's cold enough.
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