Except for the wind whipping the tree limbs around, this was an ideal early autumn day. It was warm and sunny and perfect. Except for the wind, which seems to have lodged in my throat again. I am a barometer. Or maybe I’m a werewolf, because changes in the weather turn me into a different person.

So I stayed in all day. Not that I wouldn’t have done that anyway, probably, but with the wind gusting and carrying all manner of matter every which way, any thought I had of getting some yard work done was blown away. It wasn’t much of a thought anyway, so it’s no wonder it was so easily dispersed. But you never know; I might have done some mowing if not for the wind.

Probably not, though. I probably was going to stay in and get caught up on some of my TiVo recordings and do a little reading and maybe a tiny bit of spreadsheet work. Most likely that’s what I was going to do, wind or no wind. But it’s good to have an excuse, in case anyone asks.

It seems to be my destiny to get the worst possible haircut and have to live with it for a few weeks. Then it grows out and looks even worse, but that’s another story. Right now, less than a week after the last time I had it cut, it looks like it was done with a potato peeler. But the one good thing about having it this short is that it doesn’t blow in my eyes on a blustery day. I think that’s why I wanted a close-cropped haircut in the first place.