Blustering

The big topic this morning was wind: lots of it last night, some of it vicious, and cold, like straight from the North Pole cold. It blew the light scattering of rain we had last night clean out of the area, but it wreaked havoc, as they say. Power outages were scattered throughout the Westside, Westchester included, but fortunately my part of Westchester was spared. The drive to work was interesting, what with signals out and tree limbs, palm fronds, small trees, and fences down all along the route, especially in the Marina and Venice.

I couldn't help but worry about the old stray we feed (the one we think is a genuine stray, not just some cat who likes dining at our house better than at home). We can't save them all, and I know that, but I don't have to be happy about the situation. I'm just glad Min lives in the house now instead of the garage. I told her she should be happy about that, too, but she said, "What are you talking about? I've always lived in the castle."

Whatever gets you through the night, Min.


Random quote of the day:

"Take the universe and grind it down to the finest powder and sieve it through the finest sieve and then show me one atom of justice, one molecule of mercy."

—Terry Pratchett, Hogfather


Of interest?

The spell check on my ancient graphic software, designed originally for architects and interior decorators, suggested "Prosciutto" for Pratchett. That amused me a great deal, especially in conjunction with Hogfather. My Word spellcheck, I note, did not even register prosciutto as a word. Which goes to show, I guess, that architects and designers are hipper than report writers? Or maybe just more culinary?