I suppose there’s some credence to the whole “in like a lion out like a lamb” thing. The wind is gusting at about 20 mph. I’m feeling a bit like Dorothy.
Speaking of Dorothy, here’s an embarrassing story for you: When I was little I insisted that everyone call me Dorothy. I called my sister Toto and my parents Uncle Henry and Auntie Em. I remember clearly being in a grocery store and not responding until my mother said “Dorothy”. No history of mental illness–no sir.