The Effing Wind In My Willows And Other Unspeakable Places

You'll all be relieved to know that it stopped raining here a couple of days ago. Although, my backyard would still be considered a swamp by any hydrologist worth their salt. And the dog is still tracking more mud across my already muddy kitchen floor. Yesterday's forecast had a high of 55 degrees in my area. Which is a bit on the cold side for my taste but at least it was dry. The barometer was at 30.12 and falling; which is good(?) or bad(?). No matter. It has something to do with pressure this much I know. Humidity did check in at 33% but according to my calculations - and by that, I mean, my dry skin - I estimate it somewhere in the range of 8% and 8%. The dewpoint was at 26" which would probably please me greatly if only I knew what a dewpoint actually was. However, the wind is coming in from the north at an estimated 23mph. This is a bold faced lie. It may be coming in at that speed but it is bringing with it some wind, with more wind on top of that, mixed with a smattering of wind, and followed by wind. One more interesting factoid about me to store in the 'useless shit I'll never need to remember' file of your brain: I hate wind even more than rain. Yes! That's right. I just said that out loud. You did not misunderstand me. I hate wind. Because? Wind cannot be shielded. There is no such thing as a wind thwarting device that I'm aware of. For rain there is a plethora of rain protective apparatuses designed specifically for keeping the wet off of you as efficiently as possible. Such gear includes but is not limited too: umbrellas, hats, rain coats, slickers, boots, rubbers, galoshes, [in desperation] garbage bags, and the most effective devise: indoors. The only thing you can buy to protect yourself from wind is a house. Fortunately, I have one of those and I don't plan to leave it unless I can get from point A to point B without leaving my car*.

*Also considered handy for keeping wind off of one's person.