It's official. We live close enough to the ocean to hear the waves. Maybe just during hurricanes*, but still. Also, the smell of salt air woke me up and so, no matter what happens, I will be in a fine mood all day.
The yard is suddenly chaotic with birds. Loud, chirpy, fluttery birds. They sound happy enough, but they are seriously in full-on assault mode. They are flittering around in the sunflowers next to the door. They're in every tree. They are almost loud enough to cover the sound of ocean.
It eases the mind somewhat when the birds come and hang out, instead of trampling through (along with all the rabbits, squirrels, foxes, deer and household pets), trying to get the heck out of dodge. They are here and making themselves right at home.
It appears I may not have to go find Toto and head to the storm cellar after all. Bill may prefer Newfoundland this time of year?
* can't you just imagine the real estate description? Yeah, maybe they'll leave that part out.