We have clear skies (for a change), and wind is blowing just enough to get the gunk out of the Valley, but not yet hard enough to blow the dust around.
I guess that’s a good thing, if you like wind.
I have to go to the Post Office. If I don’t come back, I probably fell into the time-dilation field that makes P.O. employees mooooove soooooo sloooooowlyyyyy. Send Dr. Carter to rescue me. (Have I mentioned lately that she’s older than I am?)