3. Santa Ana Winds (this one is new)
As many of you know, Southern California is on fire. I spent the day trying to joke one of my coworkers out of worrying about his house in Lake Arrowhead that may or may not still be standing and there was nothing he could do about it.
I'm not normally afraid of wind. Or any weather really. But just like a really loud clap of thunder, or a big big black dag getting a little too close to me, certain things can take me right back to being a little scaredy-cat third grader who was worried about pretty much anything big or loud. The Santa Ana's blew hard last night and they woke me up every few hours with a vague sense of panic. As if they were blowing in Armageddon or something. Even as I was leaving my office today I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something ominous in the smoky haze outside. It was nothing a little socializing and trying a new pumkin cookie recipe couldn't shake but here I am again, alone late at night with the winds raging outside my window.
I kind of wish my parent's room was down the hall.