Weather Talk

I'm still wondering about the broken seals. The reason? The weather.

It was strange enough that Jeanne decided to loop around off the coast of Florida after killing hundreds, maybe thousands, of Haitians. Now Ivan -- you remember Ivan, right? -- has made its way back south, into the eastern coast of Florida, across the peninsula, and back into the Gulf of Mexico where it has reformed into a tropical storm again. It's currently south of New Orleans and making plans to come ashore yet again as a tropical storm on the north shore of Texas, perhaps near Galveston.

Meanwhile, here in California, the sky is sharply blue, and the air is like oven air. It's close to the 100s with humidity in the teens or lower. We've arisen from bed twice in a row to strong winds from the desert. The hills above my home have had gale force gusts. I am pleasantly shocked that the hills are not alive with fire.

With all this unusual weather, I have stuff to talk about in polite society. It's less divisive than my usual Michael Moore is a miserable failure chit-chat.