Pitter patter. Pitter patter. Thrap thrap thrap.
The rain keeps coming.
And then the wind.
Whooooo. Whooooo whooooo hooooo.
Through our thin walls.
The Roomie’s room bears the brunt of the howling wind. Insidiously, it leaks through invisible cracks and seeps into her room. At night the thrap thrap thrapping and the whoo hooo whoooing make sleep fitful.
Restless sleep. Not awakened by the commotion, but constantly tapping at our quiet minds.
What to do?
Bundle. Huddle. Keep warm.
Now’s the time for comfort food. Now’s the time for stewed lentils for lunch and glasses of red wine with pizza for dinner. Now’s the time for overpriced jars of salsa and corn tortilla chips from the international section to satiate a palate starved for home.
Now’s the time to wait it out. ‘Cause vacation is almost here. And so is California.