Wheee! It's nearly 70°F, but at the rate the wind blows you might think you were at the shore. All it misses out there is the plash and hiss of the waves at Brenton Point. There's a wicked cross-draft coming through the house through the bedrooms down through the living room and out the back door; I have Pidgie half-covered so he doesn't get a draft. You can hear the wind whistling around the kitchen window and the wind-chimes down in the yard are tinkling like sleigh bells on a hard-driven horse. In the bedrooms the curtains billow outward and in the living room the shade claps against the window in applause.

I mopped the kitchen floor, then took Willow for a walk so she wouldn't track across it while it was wet. The sky is still a brilliant blue, but then the heat hasn't engendered all that "lovely" smog yet. When I got back I had something for lunch while half reading Jack Turner's Spice: The History of a Temptation (really enjoying it so far) and watched the segment about southern Ireland on Rick Steves' Europe.

And now back to the purchase orders...

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