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[Jan. 16th, 2004|08:10 pm]
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Today, the temperature dropped faster than the pants of touristas in a Tijuana toilet. (Sorry. I'm just not very good at these Raymond Chandler-esque metaphors.) The gray mass of fog hung over the valley all day, but the mountains clouded up early, too. This will probably be another of those near-rainless weather systems we've been getting. If it isn't, then it's cold enough for it to turn snowy. Whatever happens, I hope that it doesn't get windy. There is still a big chunk of fence down from the last big wind storm a couple of weeks ago. Luckily, it's a side fence, so it merely opens a gap between two fenced yards. If a chunk of the back fence comes down it will have to be repaired right away, since the alley back there is open to the world, and there's no telling what beasts might wander into the yard then. Lions or bears could get in anyway, of course, and deer I wouldn't mind. But without the fence, coyotes could get in. Flightless birds could get in. Penguins could get in! I certainly wouldn't want penguins in the yard!
It's Friday. I'm going to go pretend I'm going out somewhere interesting. In fact, I'll be watching television. Let's hope I don't get into a bar brawl. |
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