READER ALERT: I am going to whine! Okay, now that you've been warned, here goes. My head hurts. (And my nose is running...which is the most exercise I've gotten in many months.) When I was a punk, my dad used to get sinus headaches. He didn't say much but you knew when they hit. His face would actually contort. If he looked like one of those evil trees from the Wizard of Oz, you knew to avoid contact. If he started throwing apples at you, well, it was time to leave home. What goes around, comes around. Now, I get the same kind of headaches and I know many of you do, too.

The weather affects this stuff. Once I had somebody tell me that saying what the barometric pressure is, is a waste of time since nobody can really use that info the way they can use temperature and wind direction, for example. Usually, I would agree. Frankly, the less actual weather information I impart during a weathercast, the less chance I have of being completely off the beam. Also, I am trying to minimize the scientific stuff and leave time for more song medleys and dance routines. But, back to the barometer...which is not a way of rating taverns...as the pressure falls, headaches and joint pain increases. I often get e-mails from folks reminding me to mention the pressure reading because it can intensify migraines and sinus troubles and arthritis, among other ailments. Just this morning, a viewer named Pat, sent word that when the pressure goes below 30.00 inches, Pat knows pain is on the way.

Our second oldest son, Taylor, broke his arm skateboarding...twice...in about a nine month period. Ever since, he can feel the rain coming. Interestingly, it doesn't seem to help him know that he should wear a jacket. I keep hoping his bones will eventually tell him to clean his room, drive slower and put his clothes away. Our old...I mean, former...camera operator, Betty, could also tell, by her bones, when rain or chilly air was on the way. Who needs all this fancy, schmancy computer equipment?!?

Back on Sunday, when I was walking the dog, we both noticed that the birds were going crazy! My grandma used to say that busy birds meant a storm was on the way. So, between the hyper-feathered forecasters and the pounding prognostication in my pea-brain, I know the weather pattern is about to change in a big way. Also, if the forecast is off or my on-air presentation is even less compelling than usual. Just remember: My nose is running and my head hurts.