The power threatened to go out at least four times during the rainstorm that raged until nearly eight p.m. Turning off the lights, I"d comforted Button, who ended up curled in the corner of a dusty-pink two-seater rattan sofa, snoring up a storm louder than the one outside. For a wee thing, she was a force to be reckoned with. She reminded me of my Aunt Mat"s former twenty-pound cat Fred, whose snoring could be heard three rooms over. He now resided in North Carolina with my ex-boyfriend, but still best friend, Adwin Byron Timmins.
The Shiraz proved a perfect accompaniment for weather watching, though by the time the glass was finished, I was feeling lightheaded. Nine ounces of vino + one sushi roll for lunch = you do the (wobbly) math. It seemed a good time to indulge in a bowl of pork s
