The Very Blustery Day

Are we sure today isn't Windsday?

I had to fight with my front door this morning to get it to close against the wind. I was afraid that my lunch bag was going to be blown out of my hand, across the street, and into the cemetary! Then, I wasn't sure if I was going to make it to my car without pulling a Piglet.

My hair's probably all floofy, and I don't want to go back out there unless absolutely necessary. Unfortunately, it seems that it will be so at lunch time. :(

Rich, if I don't make it home tonight, check downwind from where I work, ok? Make sure you look up in the trees and stuff.