Cyclones, Lampposts, And Uncool Cats

San Geraldo's cyclonic winds were back overnight and into Friday morning. The winds and the rain kept him awake. I received a photo taken by Juan Carlos who was on his way to work around 9 and saw that an outside light had been blown off and crashed into the roof of one of the permanent concession booths near our house. This particular booth has never been used in our three years here, so by the time I left for coffee, it had been demolished.

With a low of 9C (48F) and a high of  15C (59F), and with wet sea air, we were  all feeling the chill. I don't have heat in my office, so I plugged in a space heater. Dudo liked the heat. When I turned it off as I was leaving the house, he headed into Jerry's heated office and cozied up to Moose.

JUAN CARLOS SNAPPED THIS ON HIS WAY TO WORK.
LATER, ON MY WAY TO COFFEE.

DUDO KEEPING HIS TOOTSIES WARM IN MY OFFICE... JUST TO BE NEAR ME.
SNUGGLING TOGETHER IN A ROOM WITH REAL HEAT.
GERALDO'S SAINTLINESS BEING TESTED FRIDAY NIGHT.