That is a fitting name for this post, as the winds outside our house right now are blowing at speeds that have been clocked at 85 mph, which is technically hurricane-force. The wind truly sounds like a freight train. I have never experienced such a ferocious wind storm, and we get them every year around this time. Oy. If you've checked the news, you've heard about the Malibu fire, but seriously, when doesn't Malibu burn? Every frickin year they have a fire, it just goes with the territory of being remote and having heavy brush, combined with no irrigation and a canyon. It's just a volatile mix. Meanwhile, in the very canyon in which my house is located (the Fremont Canyon) we are in the thick of those winds clocked at hurricane speed, and it is just crazy, people. There are trees being uprooted everywhere, as well as something that just hit my roof. I'm not kidding. We have seen at least two transformers blow out, kind of pretty, actually that huge blue glow ...
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um... obviously... no.
We walked and swam a LOT in Hawaii, and I was sure I would have lost a few lbs, but you know what? Eating in restaurants every damn day is FATTENING. So I gained weight. Ugh.
SO. Starting Tuesday, I started getting up a bit earlier, and exercising 1/2 hour to a show on FitTV, then I take the dog for a long walk. Nice. This morning, I added a short (15 minute) yoga practice to my routine as well. That's partially for flexibility and strength, but mainly to help with stress and grief. The exercising all helps with those, actually.