After many shots of Symbicort on Friday night, I shook most of yesterday and I’m still a bit nervy today. Symbicort is a cocktail of the steroid budesonide and formeterol, a powerful long-acting bronchodilator. The attack took most of yesterday to resolve, and I spent the day lounging with a book and one cat or the other.

The weather is unseasonably warm and very blustery. Leaving church this morning, I had a hell of a time holding the door of the car open long enough to get in behind the wheel, and neighbours are out checking their property for torn-off roof shingles. For days, the radar map has shown a massive front extending from somewhere up around Timmins to deep into the US midlands — as far south as Environment Canada bothers to report. Next week won’t be much better, as equinoctial gales are normal around here.

It’s a good thing I don’t go in for fancy hair-dressing. An elaborate do would last about ten seconds out there.

I think the box-room is honed down to the stuff I really want to keep, so the garage and the garden shed are the next targets. I have an awful lot of tools I don’t need and/or can’t use, so a major clear-out is necessary there. I think I’ll ask Neil-across-the-street to give me a hand with that.