I decided I could probably reduce the length of the morning run on Sunday. Ten minutes leaning into the wind, since it achieved an air-speed of near enough a hundred miles an hour, was probably exercise enough for anyone.
This weather opens up all sorts of possibilities. I could go for quite a long run, provided it was always heading into the wind, on the small patio outside the penthouse. Mind you, a sudden calm could be tricky; like when the road stops on one of those yuppie treadmills they have in posh conference hotel basements, and the victim is precipitated into a wall.
Except that it would be without the wall, of course.