We are in the middle of what feels like a hurracaine. The house is making strange noises. The weather office says that the wind is to reach 70km/h tonight, and I think that it just gusted to that 30 seconds ago. There was a heave, and a draft actually flowed through the house. Fir needles hit the front windows like bullets. My heart lept there. This is really scary. I had to wait for the sweat to leave my fingertips before I could start writing again. Whew.



Everything seems to be holding together. At least my firewood will dry out.