Thundersnowhaboob just hit. Flung my garbage cans about 30 feet down the yard. I went out to retrieve them, but I'm leaving them wedged together on the ground. I can't fight the wind, and the combo of flying snow/rain/dust/dirt/rocks in the face is pretty nature-dystopian ("Really, Mother Nature?") and rather painful. I practically tossed my cookies getting back in the house. Holy cow, this is crazy. Never seen anything like this in my near two decades in Santa Fe.

Later: Went back out to fix things during a 'lull', and had my own recycling can attack me. Should've had a video trained on the yard. Probably looked like a giant plastic green dinosaur trying to gobble ol' Garret. Screw this. I'm waiting until it passes.

Even later: Blew Sandra's glasses right off her face. Peeled them away. Astonishing.