There's not much to be done here this weekend.
We've had either storms or hurricanes every other day for the last 3 weeks. We can't do any outdoor stuff. Going for a walk in the hills is asking to meet one's maker.
The town was just about dead this afternoon with hardly anyone around.
This evening the wind gusts are above 60 knots where I live on the outskirts of town. The howling of the wind is every now and then intersped with the sound of stuff being thrown around and hitting buildings or parked cars. On a hill not so far from there they are measuring gusts of up to 98 knots.
Luckily the local gym is open. I went there both yesterday and today. But this has become a game of Russian roulette. The gym is always rather packed, and no masks are either mandated or used, and no testing is required. Every other day or so I get a text message from the gym telling that someone who was there at a certain time has now tested positive. Luckily I have dodged the bullet so far.
It feels like being locked in a slow-motion, dystopian, never-ending, disaster movie where the weather is getting constantly worse, the sun hasn't been seen in weeks, and everyone is stuck indoors waiting for the inevitable infectious, deadly disease thats going around.
No wonder I have booked a trip to Ibiza as soon as April.