As is my habit when the weather is not to my liking, I closed all the shutters in my house well before noon. Breathtaking as it usually is, the Mirna valley is not worth looking at on a lousy day like this one. I turned on all the lights in my house and focused on my paintings. Beautiful! The rumbling of thunder out there only adds to the glory of my tomb. But African music is even better in this regard, and I headed for the music machine in my livingroom without any further thought. Gorgeous! Having done that, I started a stick of Indian incense. Wonderful! Twirling a pair of jade balls from China completes the picture. Miraculous! Now the weather can go fuck itself. My tomb is my haven. The tomb of tombs, no less.