I can’t sleep…because of the wind? The windstorm outside is pretty out of control. It seriously sounds like someone is having a field day with some sheet metal outside my window. Listening to the newscasts now and they’re reporting gusts as high as 63mph on the 520 bridge. Crazy.
Maybe it’s because I’m older, but can’t help but note how different this feels from the windstorm memories I had growing up. Granted, living in a wooded area there was always a huge concern for falling trees (in fact I remember my neighbor’s van was completely smashed by a fallen tree one year, but luckily not on the house). But for me, windstorms generally entailed the fun and adventure of power outages, school closures, being stranded with friends, and drinking hot cocoa. Those were good times. Now? Not so good times. Some sleep would be nice.
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I can’t even convey how loud it outside.