Pages Written... tossed 5, added 7
Listening to... Buffy - The Album
Exercise Done... 20 mins yoga

The wind has been blowing here since Saturday. Yesterday, all day, it blew hard. Last night and today it continues to blow. The air is heavy with dust and ash from the hills.

It's made me restless. The dogs, too, feel it; they twitch even in their sleep by my feet. The writing feels forced and false; my brain can't settle on anything. And over everything is a layer of dirt, proclaiming the poor quality of our windows, yet another expense I don't have the money for.

I can't even settle to think, or plan for the trip. We leave in twelve days. In seven days, I turn 44. Ugh. And in thirteen days, I'll have been married for 24 years.

And this weekend, I'm working a trade show for a friend who's paying generously. Which is nice, because I really could use the money for Rome. Don't really feel comfortable having DH pay for everything, so that will be nice.

Must clean office. Must pay bills. Must do laundry. Oh yeah, and get a shower in there, too. But my brain won't settle and my body feels like I should go somewhere safer. It feels like hurricane weather. I feel as twitchy as a teenager.