Whenever there is a storm brewing, I know way in advance. I basically can tell weather by the ache in my muscles and joints.
Joints are the tellers of intensity. Joints are the barometer of pressure drop. Joints play havoc on my ability to be present and purposeful. Joints fall on the ‘wishing for relief’ spectrum.
Muscles follow along like lemmings. Plenty of achiness to go around.
Sleep and autistic stims are my escape from the ache. Homeopathic remedies help a little too.
Wishing for clear skies,