When the wind blows fresh on the hills

It is a blustering night here in my little town and the rain in coming down in sheets. (first I typed sheep!) At times the storm is so that my house feels like it is swaying. Some response to yesterday's post brings me to comment further. Sundogs are a phenomenon that is fairly common here on the central coast and I'm not sure why here more than other places. Actually I have seen some in Florida too. Maybe it is because of the low-lying ground level that allows us to observe them better. Or maybe it is because of the proximity to the ocean. Anyway, they are a fascinating occurance and really look like there are other suns in the sky whey they are very vibrant. Yesterday's was not so bright, but enjoyable all the same.
Today I also received an e-mail from a local band that will be performing. They are quite good and one of the member traveled with us last summer. Human No Longer play a mix of jazzy funk that is greatly enjoyable. I think I will get a contingent of co-workers to go enjoy their great sound.

Oh, and I found out that the little ritual of pouring milk over pornography was actually more so the paper would degrade faster and not leave picture for all to see. My mistake.

Today was a frustrating day at work, but it was tolerable. I started to read Burro Genius, from Victor Villasenor. I really had liked rain of gold when I read it and expect I will like this one too. Tomorrow I have a training that I guess will be less than interesting, put on by some corporate deal from out of town. And it starts at 8:30, so no workout for me, and that means all than pent up energy will find somewhere to go and that is not always good!