I feel much better once it rains, it is beforehand that I feel crummy...I love falling asleep to the rain...I am the nature buff that sent my son serving in Iraq a few years ago, a thunderstorm CD, thinking it would soothe him to sleep at night and remind him of home...(didn't work-thunder sounds like mortar shells landing). He won't let me live it down.

If it is too hot, then I have that anhidrosis problem....and get heat exhaustion...

Then in winter, there isn't enough light...and I don't feel my feet, so I freeze them....

From ALOHA to OOFDA...I can not win.

I prefer tornadoes to hurricanes...The basement suits me fine and I would not leave my home for a shelter that would not accomodate my best friends, my huge dogs...who willingly follow me to the basement in tornado warnings, and breathe hard down my neck.

...however we haven't had any warnings this year...really odd for us. And tornadoes are much worse now, then way back then I fear.

I got to see one, once...in the sky, a skinny little one, white against a dark sky...I was supposed to be in the basement, but I am nosey, and that got the best of me....packed the 4 kids downstairs and they cried as 'pet goat' was not in the little barn...not that it mattered if a tornado hit...'Pet goat' would have been in Michigan or Ontario with his little barn.

I am crazy, but not crazy enough to go out and get 'pet goat' and bring him into the basement with lightning and hail pellets around...goats don't like it inside the house. I don't like goats in the house, and I am not that brave, altho I probably muttered a prayer or two to spare my goat.

'Pet goat' did fine...went in his little barn by himself..probably the small hail prompted him to take shelter....funnel cloud took the shortest route down the freeway about a mile north...sun came out, chased away the rain, and itsy bitsy spider (we have those) went up the spout again...and life went on as usual for the rest of the day.

I didn't hurt bad back then, so didn't think much about barometric pressure.

I will spend out my days here in this climate....I could not deal with the 'wild life' that some members casually describe as 'bats' that sound more like rapterousoaruses to me...
nor with furry spiders the size of your hand that like to share your bed,
large exoskeletal creatures that sting and hide in your shoes....
or anything that gets caught in my hair...
give me ticks..blood thirsty things that they are...they pop nicely when you stomp on them, however, they are a biohazzard I suppose. Those I find, actually go down the toilet...very effective and humane.

It is all about balance....give some, take some...good days....bad days. Tolerance or endurance, either one.