High Winds and Mental Health

Brrrr. Spring has yet to sprung here. I'm freezing my patootie off today. And I'm falling over dead tired. I think Mr. Edgar Allen Poe said it best:

"Once upon a midnight dreary,
while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping,
suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered,
`tapping at my chamber door -Only this, and nothing more.'"

"Visitor" and "gently"...like hell. Try wind gusts so strong that two of my deck chairs ended up at the other end of the backyard. For the whole night. And going strong as I type. And apparently that's nothing compared to what we're supposed to get later on. I hope my trees survive. I hope my roof survives. I hope my sanity survives.

The girls and I are taking a mental health day today. After a night such as the one past, I think that I (at least) deserve it. And Shorty too. Poor little thing screeched her way through much of the night. Who can blame her? Her window is front and center on the mosh pit that our deck must have been during the night. And what a concert, too. The wind plays some mean guitar, I can tell you. And the exhaust fan damper plays a mean bass drum.

So it's now 11:29 am. We are still in our PJs with no intention of changing that any time soon. I've gotten two things accomplished so far today. I turned on Roomba in the dining room (cookie crumbs are hell on carpet) and I started this blog. I'm on fire.

Take it from me, though...lesson number one in the Guide should always be:

"The mental health of your self and all those around you is paramount to a successful career in home management."

These days can be bliss, if the wind doesn't get knocked out of you.