Nine? Nein. . . no? Not Nein, Nine.

And on the 9th day, it was windy. So windy. It's really windy guys. It's approaching 9.99 on the official, authentic and totally-not-made-up Windometer. Outside right now it sound like what it would be like to be a ladybug sitting on the very top of a car's radio antennae as the car speeds down an unrestricted autobahn in Europe somewhere. 

Or it's similar in feel (but not intensity) to when mucus dries in your nasal passage in the just the right way to make a whistling sound at the most inopportune moments. 

Yours in Nose Whistling goodness, 

Sir Nomi of Nose Whistlers Anonymous.

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