Hold onto your hats

From today's weather report in the LA Times:

Sunny. Highs around 60. From Leo Carrillo to the Hollywood Hills...north winds
20 to 30 mph with gusts to 50 mph through and below canyons. Winds decreasing to
15 to 30 mph in the afternoon.

Um, yeah. It is awfully windy here today. Last night was so windy ("gusty" is a better word), our windows rattled in their frames, our building creaked, the neighbors' wind chimes produced a nonstop, frenzied, cacophony, and our cats expressed their agitation by crying off and on during the early-morning hours.
The wind woke me up several times in the night. I find high, gusty winds quite unnerving. They're loud and violent, and they make going outside an unpleasant experience, to say the least. They also cause branches to snap and boughs to fall on people's cars and homes. And they wreak havoc with traffic lights and satellite television. They give me the impression that the weather is out of control and dangerous, and they make me anxious.
Back home, where I grew up in the Northeast, high winds usually preceded a thunderstorm. I loooved thunderstorms, so I loooved the gusty wind that came before them, because I knew what those winds meant. Also, those winds had a forseeable endpoint. These SoCal winds go on and on, with no rewarding thunderstorms at the end.
I should've known that the glee I was feeling because of our lovely Christmas weather would be short-lived!
Oh, well. It's still sunny out, and I do love that sun...