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About 60 but overcast and blustery. Better weather to eat those short ribs.

Mid 80s, muggy but also windy. Not quite the right weather to make braised short ribs (Tex-Mex nacho style) but fortunately we aren't eating them until tomorrow when it's supposed to be 20 degrees cooler.

Low 80s (!) and sunny.  It's too early in the year for this crap.  A year ago I was in New Orleans on this day and it wasn't quite that warm (though it was raining quite a bit). What would you say if I told you that a guy got put into rehab for huffing highlighters?  You know, those brightly colored magic-marker-type things that people used when they used to read stuff on paper and couldn't just do this on a screen.  Amusing premise for a story or pathetic real-life happening?  Huh, maybe that's a game I could start playing, writing down stuff that may or may not have happened and having people guess "Amusing story premise" or "Pathetic real-live happening".   What would the prize be though?  Highlighters?  Maybe.  But why would I have those?   Not everything written here is true.  Except the weather.

High 60s, cloudy early, then sunny, then a bit overcast again. Worked from home today, went to the corner to get some dumplings for lunch from the Chinese take out place.  A guy came in there, ordered one of the lunch specials and insisted that the chicken should be sliced but not shredded.  He emphasized this point numerous times.  Did he imagine himself to be the James Bond of ordering Chinese takeout?  Shaken but not stirred?  I didn't ask.   He got his food and sat down to eat before mine was ready and he seemed satisfied so mission accomplished, Chinese restaurant staff.

Almost 60 degrees again, cloudy, rain earlier.  Clearing now. Off to see a musical performance this evening. these folks with this band opening.  Standing venue.  I'm old, it's Wednesday, what's wrong with me?  Well there ain't much else I do for fun so might as well keep doing it while I can, even as it approaches the "I can't" due to my aging frame.  I guess there's always handicapped access, or should be.  Reminded of a bumper sticker I saw in a New Orleans bar:  Old punk rockers never die, they just stand in the back.

53 degrees, cloudy with on and off rain. A guy got on my bus this morning arguing with his female companion.  She looked somewhat younger than he but I couldn't decide if she was a wife or a sibling or a daughter or a lover or a friend or niece.  The only thing that would have surprised me is if she was his granddaughter because they didn't look far enough apart in age for that.  Near as I could tell they were arguing over whether or not this bus was the "right" bus, or rather was it the right time for the bus because apparently they had used the MTA app and decided to let the first bus on the same route pass seven minutes earlier figuring they had a better chance of sitting together (true) and that the seven minute delay wouldn't morning-traffic-multiply out into something greater (always unclear but risky).  I'm not terribly interested in the voices of my fellow morning commuters so I put headphones on and dozed. They got off the bus at the same stop I d...

High 50's, maybe a degree short of 60 and partly cloudy or partly sunny depending on your point of view. I heard a story (unverified) that the term always used to be "partly cloudy" until 50 years ago when the New York World's Fair committee asked local news outlets to start using the term "partly sunny" because they felt it encouraged more people to come out to the fair.  To them "partly cloudy" sounded like "oh no, it might rain" while "partly sunny" abolished any precipitation from one's thoughts.  It's a story too good for me to want to debunk so I'll just retell it because it makes the world more interesting. In completely unrelated news I think Doritos has either changed the formula for the powder that they put on cool ranch Doritos or that my palate has changed and I no longer like it.  Either way I'll have to start taking a different bag of complimentary chips when the guys at the ferry offer me one ...