So, last night I'm driving home, and I see lightning over Chapel Hill. I think to myself, "Geez, that's weird. A thunderstorm in March." And I keep driving home. I call my mother, and as we're talking, I hear what I assume is the downpour starting. It sounds like a lot of rain. So I look out my little diamond-shaped door window, and I realize that it's not rain. It's wind. And not just any wind, it's the strongest, loudest wind I've ever heard. Right up there with hurricanes. The tall pines around my house are swaying violently, and I'm worried that another one will end up through my roof, just like during the ice storm last year. But no trees fall on my house. The good thing about the ice storm was that it got rid of all but the strongest trees and limbs, so when the hurricane came though last summer and now with this windstorm, only smaller branches fell (at least on my house), and the damage wasn't as severe as it could have been. Once again, there are lots of people here cursing Duke Power as they sit in their dark houses. I should also note that the folks that live in the nice neighborhoods and country clubs here get their power restored immediately, while those of us who live in trailers and not-so-expensive houses have to wait. Go figure, since the folks in the fancy-schmancy neighborhoods probably all have generators anyway. I guess I can't complain, though. My power is on. I'm just reminded of the 10 days I spent without it during the ice storm. At least it isn't freezing outside.

Today's Weather: The wind has died down, and it's sunny and about 45 degrees. That was some cold front.
Song going through my head: Some of the fast music that we play here at Curves for people working out. It's amazing how, when you spend your days listening to music that's all 140 beats per minute, everything else starts sounding slow. (=  ¶ 1:50 PM