Well, literally. We’re having nasty high winds here.
Usually this is more of a Southern California phenomenon, but it’s been going on up here for three days. Blowing, Dusty, Dry.
My sinuses have been just dying. My skin and hair are all dry. AND when I went to pat poor Wolfie Cat I freaked him out instead.
Wolfie lives on the back porch cos my inherited cat chased him out of the house. Now he won’t come inside any more. So I only get to pat him when I’m putting out his food. Which makes him absurdly happy. Usually.
Except the stoopid winds made him all static, so when I tried to pat him it gave him sparks. The poor boy ran off without his dinner. Mean nasty no good winds.