The Final Prelude To Ragnarok
The wind pulled me out of bed at midnight. There's nothing like the sound of a freight train rushing fullspeed into the side of your bedroom to make you suddenly a lot less sleepy than you once were.
I'm up in the basement and feeling slightly ludicrous. I'm watching the windspeeds go from "1.0 mph" to "15.0 mph" on my wunderground site. Somehow it feels safer to watch the numbers roll on the computer. The alternative--looking out the window--means watching all the trees sway and chimes dance frenetically. Whenever the number gets closer to the "15" figure, it kinda feels like my house is going to end up next door. The bright side? Any fence problems will seem downright mild compared to waking up with my bed in the neighbours' living room.
I have a feeling I'm not going to sleep much, and I wonder at what point I should hustle the rest of my family down the relative safety of the basement. Is it better to sleep in the shadow of the wolf during Fimbulwinter?