The wind howled today. It roared up our hillside like a deranged Norse god, spitting, snarling and hissing at the world, screaming through the trees at speeds of 60 mph and more (our wind dial peaked at 74 mph in late afternoon).

Limbs, stripped of their moorings, rattled against our house like Huns storming the castle. Whitecaps appeared in our hot tub and I wondered at one point if the whirling water would spark a tsunami to flood our back porch.

According to the talking heads this hurricane wannabe will be with us until 6 a.m. Sunday.

Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas…or Virginia…or on Earth.