The wind that blew through Sonoma County today was not the gentle spring breeze that ruffles the leaves. It was the gusty wind that propels whole branches violently back and forth and hunches you over if you dare to walk against it. It also gets in your brain and makes you a little crazy. It's like a drug that intensifies your reactions and sharpens your senses.
I saw drivers on the road today with that look of rage on their faces, for no other reason than that nature was throwing down against them. You get a few frenzied folk out on the highway, and you see cars swerving in and out of traffic, with impatient drivers growling and snarling and snapping at each other.
On a windy day, things seem more out of control than usual. If you allow yourself time to reflect, it makes you appreciate the delicate balance it takes to maintain social order when chaos is so obviously the norm. We could be one raving maniac away from going all Lord of the Flies. It seems like a real possibility on a day like this.
Even with the wind, the weather this weekend was just too good. I should have spent some time working, making up some of the time I lost during the week. I still have plenty of catching up to do after finishing the Big Project, and a few more of those gray, drizzly days might be what I need to get focused again. When I'm not tempted to go out and play, my pulse slows and my concentration on the task at hand gets better. I'm just going to have to work a little harder at working a little harder.
If it sounds as if I'm asking for a return to winter, I'm not. I'll find a way to deal with warm, sunny days and still get payroll and cost reports and check records and accounts payable and the bank statement reconciliation and that pile of correspondence all done. I just get the shivers whenever another Monday morning looms and I've spent the weekend not preparing for it. But since I seem to spend all my time catching up anyway, another day of digging out from under shouldn't matter.