It's horrible in Chicago today for weather. Power lines down, gale force winds, trees losing limbs left and right - one woman was even impaled in her own car by a tree limb through her front windshield. It's the worst storm in 70 years, by some professional estimates.
Despite Toni's major storm fears, we have enough Drama-Trauma on hand that we seem to be doing okay so far. This in spite of the creepy howling winds and ever-present threat of downpours requiring arks for survival.
It's the complete opposite of Thursday, when T2 and I zipped over to the vet. Everyone at our vet loveslovesloves T2, which means T2 love going there as well despite the occasional unpleasantries and indignities that occur there. While we were waiting for our appointment to begin, Julie, who was working behind the desk, commented on how much T2 love to stretch out in the sun. 
(She knows this not just from watching them do exactly that on the lobby floor, but also because we have sent numerous photos of T2 over to them. Every photo gets posted, either behind the desk or on the patient bulletin board in the lobby. It's hard to not respond to such an enthusiastic fan club.) She went on to theorize that the sun loves them back, makes them especially beautiful. They're almost like the vampires on Twilight was the conclusion, their fur glittering like diamonds when they're in the sun.
(She knows this not just from watching them do exactly that on the lobby floor, but also because we have sent numerous photos of T2 over to them. Every photo gets posted, either behind the desk or on the patient bulletin board in the lobby. It's hard to not respond to such an enthusiastic fan club.) She went on to theorize that the sun loves them back, makes them especially beautiful. They're almost like the vampires on Twilight was the conclusion, their fur glittering like diamonds when they're in the sun.I might not disagree....
