Was it just yesterday that I was bragging about how I've become immune to the weather by living out here in the country for one whole year? Did I say that my allergies don't bother me as much as they did when I lived in town? Was I whistling in the graveyard, taking a few good days to mean my problems were solved?
A mighty wind blew through the acreage today, and it all came back to me. The head full of used motor oil, draining constantly down the back of my throat. The eyes stinging and watery. The runny nose, and the inevitable nosebleed from constantly using a tissue.
On top of all this, papers kept blowing off my desk, negating the benefits of my highly nonstandard vertical filing system by landing upside down in an even more random order than I'd stacked them in the first place.
Another effect of the wind had little to do with allergies. The electricity in the dry air made everything I touched a source of shock. And the same sparks seemed to be firing off in my brain, because I was wired. Third-cup-of-coffee wired. Bundled with latent energy and bouncing off the walls.
The wind also kept me indoors more than I wanted to be. With all the excess energy, I had a mind to Go Somewhere or Do Something. I just didn't have enough focus to make a decision about Where or What. Ordinarily I'd just strap on my gardening gloves and pull weeds, but the yard waste container is so full that I'm afraid of what might blow away when I open it.