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Strange January. Yesterday, dense lingering fog. Rain today, and now an unholy wind. The windows in here are not modern in the slightest, the old kind with sash chains, and the severe rattling is most disconcerting. (Mostly though I just keep expecting ghosts; it all feels like something straight out of Wuthering Heights.)
Low pressure and the inevitable day-long weariness, and of course I'm still adjusting to the schedule shift; my circadian rhythms have not yet caught up. And now I'm mildly migrainous. It occurs to me for the first time that perhaps there's some connection to the low pressure; I haven't paid attention before so there's really no way to tell. In some ways the mild ones bother me the most; they just kind of linger annoyingly in the background, never quite going away.
Low pressure and the inevitable day-long weariness, and of course I'm still adjusting to the schedule shift; my circadian rhythms have not yet caught up. And now I'm mildly migrainous. It occurs to me for the first time that perhaps there's some connection to the low pressure; I haven't paid attention before so there's really no way to tell. In some ways the mild ones bother me the most; they just kind of linger annoyingly in the background, never quite going away.