Atmospheric River #99
Actually thirteen. But thirteen is unlucky. I don’t want to think about thirteen. I’m sitting here at my favorite mini table at the office. It’s around 10 a.m.. The blow’s blowing like hell. I’m fine in here. Old Scruffy’s out in the weather. Last week’s RIVER mangled the dock. I’m biting my nails the old boy pulls through. The thing is, The Old Boy is my house. I got my house bobbing around in the swell and wind, slamming the…