We're bunkering down with me, my partner Don and his mother. There are also two dogs and two cats. I refer to the cat that belongs to Don's mother as 'the evil orange beast.' It's pissed off and prowling the house making grouchy hissing noises. My lab/terrior mix, Molly, is mystified by her. Perhaps a bit terrified.
Don's mother is in full diva mode. I think perhaps she has us confused with the staff of a four star hotel.
This afternoon, 24 hours before the storm, we are going to do what you do when you stay behind for a storm. We're having a party! Well, we're having people over to grill food... lamb burgers, moroccan shrimp, caesar salad, wine, etc.
Perhaps we're fiddling as Rome burns...
