Holy shit, it is windy! Like "I am so pissed off I am going to throw air about furiously like a raging lover' windy. The cats are totally freaked out! Smudge is cowering under the bed and Misty is alternating between wanting comfort and wedging herself under something. Pug strikes out when he is this upset, so every time one of the girls bolts (or even breathes), he chases them and whacks the crap out of them. So, on top of the horible wind, we have horrible cat noises, too. Wee. Unfortunately, this kind of wind hits all my panic butons as well, so it's not like I am much good to the furries. I creep around like some anxious ghost, whining and begging the cats to let me snuggle them; for their own good, of courseI feel like such a sissy, but wind this hard has always freaked me out. Always. The sun is up now, and although Mother God has decided to extend her hissy fit, at least it's light out and not so scarey. Moving on. My closet shelves are in, and so I will paint them this afternoon/evening. Now that they are in, I want them to be blue. I just don't know that I want to atke the time to do that. Probably not, since I just want to freaking unpack, already! I will drive into town today and visit the NCAC co-op store and chat up the people there for info on teaching crafts. I have a great idea that kinda evolved from something I saw on pintrest. Might be a fun first time craft class. If I can't do it there, maybe I can do it somewhere else. Hopefully, I will get the last of my carpet, too, and finish that up.