Lots windy today as Rachel and I eat lunch. Wind charges around our home, chasing and whining and rattling the windows asking for our attention. It sighs when we ignore it preferring to read our newspaper. It whooshes inside the door when Mom comes inside and then moans and stomps around, complaining again. We will not go out to play in it no matter how much it pouts. Hot tea is next. Please stop pushing us for attention, invisible friend.
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