It's beginning to seem like the endless rain is over. I can finally smell the stirrings of spring, the California air redolent of dust and smog. Ah, spring.
My office is now sixty degrees below zero, because it was about eighty degrees outside. There's some kind of formula used in calculating the optimum office temperature here. It must involve some seriously interesting math, as now I am dressing in light clothing, as not to sweat to death outside. Inside, however, I am utilizing a free company blanket and free company sweater. Which makes me look like a branded bag lady. So that's nice.
R and I went to the Dodgers game tonight. Which officially makes it spring time. They lost, but the glorious feeling that winter is banished kept a smile on my face.
Early spring smells like damp earth and sea salt here by the shore. Now I can barely smell the dust and pollution because my nasal membranes have completely dried out. Santa Ana winds are blowing in, making contact lenses unbearable. In fact, they make having eyeballs pretty unbearable. I miss the rainy winter already. Sigh.
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