Blown away

We managed to dance around the wind and rain, although we nearly went Mary Poppins as we walked from the car for the hairdo appointment. The big golf umbrella swallowed a gust and yanked us into a nearby parking lot, but as neither one of us is waiflike, we didn't get airborn.
Anxiety about all the big trees existing on our property, but thus far none of them has succumbed.
Read about a Florida urologist who put a sign on his office telling Obama supporters to seek care elsewhere; the fucker needs to be boycotted, although evidently the area is heavily conservative, so that's not likely. Not a penny of government money should go to him.
Onward in the Calvino, which, although short, is proving to be challenging reading, challenging but charming.