Good Morning Gentle Readers,
At dawn it was clear, dry, and cool, with an undercurrent of warmth layered into the still air. Quite often that means that the winds are building out in the Great Basin. Unlike most folks, I'm fond of the devil winds. Fond, that is, right up until the moment the deck chairs take flight and hurl themselves into the house walls. Once that velocity is reached, the winds beckon those bent on mayhem and hellfire to crawl out of the crevices to wreak their havoc. Might be a long night here in So Cal.
There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge.~~Raymond Chandler
Beans can sense it coming as well. He's been sleeping on the floor, next to my office chair all morning. His usual spot is plunked on the couch.