Except for the wind whipping the tree limbs around, this was an ideal early autumn day. It was warm and sunny and perfect. Except for the wind, which seems to have lodged in my throat again. I am a barometer. Or maybe Iím a werewolf, because changes in the weather turn me into a different person.
So I stayed in all day. Not that I wouldnít have done that anyway, probably, but with the wind gusting and carrying all manner of matter every which way, any thought I had of getting some yard work done was blown away. It wasnít much of a thought anyway, so itís no wonder it was so easily dispersed. But you never know; I might have done some mowing if not for the wind.
Probably not, though. I probably was going to stay in and get caught up on some of my TiVo recordings and do a little reading and maybe a tiny bit of spreadsheet work. Most likely thatís what I was going to do, wind or no wind. But itís good to have an excuse, in case anyone asks.