of course there is a strange air pressure out there, as the cold front nears, and isolated thunderstorms get ready to (like this thing) break out, appear, or whatever else you think of little upcropping roilers doing. but that ain't the main prompter of this weighty warmth of flesh, awareness of the face, swirly inner ear, etc.
can't shake the notion i'm an utter moron for all of this.
so now there's the question of what to do now, this evening. fake going on about my business, or whatever alternate business i'd be doing, since it's spooky storm dark out? how about go exhaust myself physically? drink, drug, unconsciousness, lite movie? charge nonnecessities? i can imagine no option that isn't an evasion.
the obvious answer is to stand in the metaphorical storm and get soaked with it until it's boring. wonder if standing in a literal storm is a good way to do that.