Seventy degrees and windy as hell yesterday. Naturally, I decided to take a nice hike down a few dirt roads after work, and wound up washing the wind-blown grit out of my hair. We had fire advisories–namely, don’t start one–but no fires.

So, marching squarely into the wind… **exercise is good for me.** **exercise is good for me.** If I’d had an umbrella, I could have just let myself be blown home, if I waited for the right wind current.

Then, I got home, looked at the weather radar–love the internet–and realized that the storm was already past us. No rain will be forthcoming.

Not yet, anyway.