It’s 5:30 pm as I write this…and about 85 degrees (down from about 90) with 7% relative humidity and a dewpoint of 16ºF. My skin feels like it is about to peel off, it is so dry. 

It was in the 50s when I walked to the bus stop this morning. Makes it kinda hard to dress.

I loathe Santa Ana season. Chandler (Raymond, not the one from Friends) definitely had it right:

Those hot dry winds that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands’ necks. Anything can happen.

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