As we go from beautiful sunny-cool weather back to the heat, I am nursing a barometric headache.
A few minutes ago, I hear a little angel ornament I have hanging near my desk tinkling and when I looked it was swaying...so, it seemed, was the floor beneath me. It felt like a mild earthquake, lasting about 30 or so seconds.
It was either that or a spirit. Frankly I prefer spirit to earthquake.
Ná bris do loigrín ar stól nach bhfuil i do shlí. (Do not break your shin on a stool that is not in your way.)