Writing on the wall

It's gusting 30 miles an hour and cold as hell this evening. The heat in my apartment building has been unreliable the last couple of days (usually it's positively tropical in here, which I adore despite the patent ungreenness of it), and the chill has seeped into every corner. I dislike windy weather; it makes me restless and irritable, and I always sleep fitfully. The violent rattle of ill-fitting windowscreens, the slamming trashbin lids, and the clanking chain in the neighbor's yard don't help either. It's going to be a miserable night.