All that stuff I said yesterday about how spring doesn't affect me that much? Forget it. I wasn't counting on the blast of wind that blew through here last night about midnight. It's still blowing hard today, but not like last night, when the windows were rattling and the trees were bent over. I know, because I turned on the lights and looked. I was sure I'd get up this morning and find I've been whisked away to Oz.
The damage was minimal. The birdbaths got blown over and a few extra leaves and twigs got deposited in the yard. But the hawk's nest still rests at the top of the giant eucalyptus. The most damage seems to have happened on the east side of Santa Rosa, where power was out and a couple of schools were closed.
Over here in the west where I live, the biggest effects seem to be in my head, my nose, my throat. Sure, I sneezed my way through the winter, but it was nothing like this. It's a good thing I finished the Big Project yesterday, because I was kind of useless today. It's hard to focus on spreadsheets when it takes this much energy just to breathe. (Besides, there's not that much to do. I've already spent all the money we had.)
I can only hope that the worst of this is over. Can I hope that?