I found three dollars and seven cents in my bathroom sink drawer today. I don’t know how it got there and I still have all my teeth, so I’m gonna pocket it and go buy stamps.

Every day now there are hot air balloons all over the city. Each morning we drive. Each morning we play a game of spotting them in sky. This morning, we picked one out just before it landed right over our neighborhood. Naturally, we were there, camera in hand, Sarah jumping up and down in her pajamas, clapping her hands in the field as it deflated.

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The wind is like a freight train slamming into the house. We had hail a few minutes ago, striking down hard. I thought for sure the power would go out. Thunder smacking the Sandias. Skies are black and yellow and purple, like bubbled bruises.

But that wind. That wind is incredible.

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Morning broke today through the remnants of last night’s storm clouds. It was unusually warm, and when I let the dog out it felt nicer outside than in. I love that we can see, unobstructed, all the way to the far horizon to the west, and then turn around and see the full landscape to the east until the wall of the Sandias juts up to interrupt it. I thought I’d miss the 360-degree ranges we had in Nevada, having raw mountains on only one side of us here, but I’m finding that being able to watch a half dozen or more different and distinct weather systems floating over the flat table rock and mesas all at once has its own value.

The sun was just rising up over the north peaks when I was out, piercing through whatever small holes in the cloud cover it could find and spotlighting small strips of land along the foothills. To the west it was a mixture of sun and shifting clouds that were rolling over and stretching in the sky as if late in waking up and being scolded by the sun.

By the time I got around to writing this entry, it had fully clouded over again, complete with lightning and gusty, warm wind, only to break up once again and let the sun through by the time I reached this sentence.

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I’ve been searching far and wide for a cordless headset to use with my cordless and/or corded telephone. I remember working on-site on a content development project back in Reno, and the office had these tiny little free-standing dialpads connected to a headset. That’s it. No other phone body. No base. The dialpad itself was corded and just plugged into the wall, otherwise we were free to roam around at will.

I want one. I can barely stand holding a phone to my ear anymore. I want freedom. I want mobility. I refuse to be enslaved by evil, conservative handsets. So if you call me and you want to avoid being placed on speaker phone for the duration of every conversation from this point forward, you will tell me where I can find one.

I’m going to make some antipasti and take my frustrations out on helpless strips of honey ham.

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