Can we talk about the weather?
I mean, when it’s 74F outside but the forecast calls for snow showers tomorrow night … there’s gonna be some weather.
I have come to realize in recent years how much the barometric pressure affects my body. I don’t have a trick knee that predicts rain, but maybe trick sinuses and my joints in general. The pressure doesn’t vary a ton – usually 30 inches of mercury around here, give or take a few hundredths or maybe tenths. Anything less than 30 … I feel a little off. Anything less than 29.5 … I am down for the count.
Guess where the barometric pressure has been since last night?
I’m not okay. Send help.
At least it’s not as low as 28.28, the lowest barometric pressure ever recorded in Ohio, during the infamous Blizzard of ’78.
Sadly, I don’t have the option of just crawling back into bed today. I gotta do the things. Or at least try to do the things. Attempt one at making my breakfast protein shake ended up as a spectacular Rorschach ink blot strewn across the stove and counter.
Cleanup on aisle six!
I didn’t stop to take photos. Form your own mental picture involving coffee, yogurt, shake mix, chia seeds, and Hershey’s Special Dark cocoa powder. A couple ice cubes made their way in there before the explosion.
I let Starbucks fix my afternoon coffee. I figured it was safer that way.
