The Wind Began to Switch, The House, to Pitch...

If this wind doesn't die down soon, I might have to do something drastic, like move to the city where I will be protected by other houses built so close to mine that the wind couldn't possibly blow through. The wind has been blowing at fifty miles per hour for three days. Now, we are used to the wind out here, it blows in the spring and blows in the autumn, but this is different. This wind is so strong that it's not only rattling my storm windows, it's so loud that Art and I can hardly hear each other when we are sitting outside for our nightly cocktail hour. I honestly don't mind the wind, I mind the loud and incessant noise it's making. Art, on the other hand, hates wind- any kind of wind, so he's been pretty surly for the last three days (I've taken to calling him the "Angry Spaz" and I'm sure that doesn't help his mood, either).
The weather people keep telling me that the wind "will die down after midnight". Well, it's been midnight three times and the wind hasn't died down so there are some people that need to find new jobs because they are not succeeding in the current employ.

It's also supposed to be in the twenties tonight. Remember a post or two ago when I said I love this time of year for the 'crisp mornings'? I might have overstated...