Continuing

[mrissa]

The problem with vertigo is that it makes you dizzy.

No, wait, I can do better than that. Okay. The problem with vertigo for someone like me is that dizziness is not a condition that responds well to bullheadedness. The point of, "Ooh, no, better not push it," comes much, much sooner than for something like a chest cold or fatigue. I am forced into much more -- um...sensible, is I guess the word I'm looking for. I am forced into much more sensible behavior much sooner.

I hate that.

I am also not keen on standing half-asleep and dizzy in the yard at 3:30 a.m. with a dog who has, shall we say, some bad digestive issues, wondering, if I pass out, am I far enough from the dog that I won't fall in anything truly unpleasant? This is not a favorite question to have to assess.

The day is almost certain to get better from that point. At least, one can hope.

I'm going to take a page from yhlee's book and say, tell me something about the wind. Myffic or personal or whatever. Wind. Go.

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[tanaise.livejournal.com]

I have always loved the wind. I love the sea too, more than I realise when i can't see it, but the wind is always there, and you can't see it.

One of my favorite fairy tales is the woman who loved the west wind.

I have written wind smut.

When my hair was long and loose, the wind would play with individual curls--I miss that about my long hair--but my hair is usually too thick to blow about in the wind, at least not in any wind that it is pleasant to be in. The unpleasant breezes, alas, are very common around my office--Boston is actually the windiest city in the US, I've been told, and I work in the windiest area of the city. I think the hancock building messes about with currents, but I've watched people in heels on wet sidewalks get literally pushed into the street by the wind, as in sliding along across the pavement.

I still love breezes of any kind, to the point that I leave my window cracked just so in the winter so that sometimes, depending on the weather, a breath of cold air will sneak in. I also sleep with my face in the breeze from the fan, which results in very sore throats and headaches, but I still do it instinctively.