Dry, Windy

It hasn't rained for over 20 days. It doesnt look like it will rain in the next week. It's locked in to a dry pattern. Maybe it's La Nina.

They say dry years are good for the land... it allows our native plants a year to catch their breath without hte onslaught of weeds. They say while there are less flowers during a dry year, the diversity is actually higher. Or so Julie tells me, anyway, and she usually knows what she's talking about. But even still, i don't like the dry years.

It's the offshore wind, the santa ana, that really gets to me. It alters my brain chemistry just a little bit, in a way that makes my current situation more frustrating than usual. But it doesnt look like either thing will change in the next week or two...

I realize it's my own fault, i stand in the sun because i don't want to trust anyone inside, then i complain that it's too hot. But that's okay. Eventually that will change. Sooner, rather than later.

This week should be a good one anyway. I just wish the Forest Service was closer to my age... the Park Service always had young people coming in, and cute girls... even if those girls were trouble sometimes, they kept me occupied.