We didnít get much more rain today, but oh, that wind. It sounded like a wailing banshee (if thatís what a banshee sounds like). I didnít even have to hear it not to want to go out in it. Just looking at how the tree limbs were whipping back and forth and the tall grasses (getting taller now, but too wet to cut yet) were leaning sideways. I didnít want to go out, but I had to.
The other reasons I didnít want to leave the house today were (a) all that work I had to finish, and (2) the fact that I woke up with a sore throat this morning. I assumed it was just another allergy attack, and it may well have been, but that doesnít mean it didnít make me miserable (and slightly nauseous). I donít need a hard and fast diagnosis to identify the symptoms. In fact, Iíd have to say the symptoms are more important, at least to me. Who cares what it is, as long as I can complain about it?
Of course, there was no question about staying in all day. Even though Mom was taking a turn picking D.J. up from school, I still had to go to the bank, to deposit my paycheck so that my rent check wonít bounce, and to the post office, to mail said rent check. Iím stretched pretty thin these days, and I have no problem telling all these charities that. No, I donít want to contribute at the ten dollar level, since I had to make the minimum payment on my credit card this month. (I never do that, except now.)