|You're welcome to join me |
in my man-cave alternative.
Unlike Harry Potter, I was not forced, Dursley-style, into this confined spot. Mom fixed it up for me when she found me cowering under an ancient telescope. I had evacuated myself from the old family room sofa in the basement and just stood there, shivering. I mean, there is no way you could see the stars, even if it were night and the telescope were not in the basement.
I plan to wait out the storm here. If you need shelter, give me a woof and I'll make some room.