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Monday, June 03, 2002 I'm writing this around 6 p.m. on Monday, June 3. I just stepped outside to, er, pee (I do that now and then, my hilltop fiefdom being way the hell out in the country with few humans about), and if it weren't for the blackflies and lilacs and lack of colorful falling leaves, I'd swear autumn had arrived. Feels like it, smells like it. Last night the temperature slid down into the 30s. The killjoys in the weather service say it'll be down in 20s tonight. Here, anyway. In Madrid, according to the Weather Underground, the low tonight will be around 60. Pleasantly cool, with scattered clouds. That after a lovely day, temperature in the 80s. (The sound you hear is the bitter grinding of my teeth.) Sigh. I write far too much about the weather these days. Probably indicates a bona fide lack of stimuli and/or diversion in this little life of mine. Or something. Remedial action of some sort may have to be taken. But not tonight. rws 9:19 PM [+] |