Unsettled

The weather has been very changeable lately. After a very nice cool snap, it turned hot again last week. It's supposed to rain later today and cool off for a little while. Every time the weather changes, Eric gets a migraine. When I'm asked if he will be available for something, my answer is becoming, "Lord willing and the creek don't rise." Perhaps better to say, "Lord willing and the barometer don't rise." The Farmers Almanac isn't offering anything promising, either.

Eric isn't the only one affected by the weather. I don't get migraines with impending weather fronts, but I do notice that during periods of unsettled weather I'm more tired and less focussed. Not that I'm very focussed on a day-to-day basis--it comes in fits and spurts. I've found some herbs that help and have been remembering to take them, but I still find myself standing in the middle of a room wondering what I should be doing. To-do lists are useless when I'm like this; if I remember to write them, I lose them, or I forget to read them.

While weather front brain fog is inconvenient, it does give a bit of perspective from a writerly point of view. I'm building a new world in preparation for NaNoWriMo and this might be a way to give depth to characters. If an entire society was affected the same way by seasonal changes, they would probably adapt the culture somehow. If, for instance, everyone had a headache during the month of September, August would be spent in preparation--big projects finished, pantries and freezers stocked, prescriptions refilled, work places reduced to essential personnel only. If it went on for enough decades, and then someone found a cure for the September headache, the tradition might remain in place, and children a few generations on would ask their grandparents why nobody works in September. Something to think about while I clean the bathroom...