I'm afraid of the big, bad wolf

[Written after havdalah.]

"I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down," said the wolf in the old story.

Well, here's the thing:  

For openers, I'm about 10-15 pounds (about 4.5-6 kilos) lighter than I was about 10-15 years ago, not due to dieting or pharmaceutical assistance but due to digestive problems (IBS and SIBO--look them up).  And for closers, I'm also 4 inches (about 10.16 centimeters) shorter than I was on our wedding day over 47 years ago due to osteoporosis (thinning/brittle bones).  So whenever the wind speed gets up to or over about 30 miles (roughly 48.28 kilometers) per hour, you might as well tie a ribbon around my waist and sail me like a kite. 😀

In all seriousness, it's not as funny as it sounds--it's actually rather scary for an older person with both osteoporosis and poor balance to be blown around so hard that I have to struggle to keep myself from falling and breaking a wrist yet again.  Do me a favor and *don't* "fly me to the moon."