6:15 p.m. Still 56°F here in Rocklin…can't hang on the patio though, rainy, windy, not so cal…by any stretch of the imagination. So here I am in the dining room. Not the patio. Signs of the exile. Tonight? White Lightning
5:15 p.m. Still 55°F out here in the garage. Note the location. Should mention that I was down in the OC this week and in so cal…it's already spring. 'Course…it's never really not spring there…except when it's summer. Drove by
5:00 p.m. Still 63°F out here on the patio. Listening to a little 24 Nights by Eric Clapton. Great live performance from London’s Albert Hall. Very, very good. Tonight? Fajitas! Definitely a day for it. Warm enough to be out
4:30 p.m. 56 degrees on the patio here in Rocklin. Me and Maxwell chillin' in more ways than one (76 degrees down in Rancho Santa Margarita). Listening to a little Hell Freezes Over. Didn't see the connection when I put
MUCH too cold to be on the patio. 6:10 p.m. 41 degrees. Not down with the feel of that. Also, the laptop has no sound for the 7th day in a row…so nothing happening on that front. On the other
Sunday afternoon. 4:00 p.m. 47 degrees and rainy. We’re not in so cal anymore. Listening to a little David Cook and surfing my google feed reader. Picked up a good tidbit from Ben Arment over at History in the Making.
Sunday afternoon. 5:10 p.m. 40 degrees. Feels like 31. I'm inside looking out…at the patio. For this So Cal boy…hardly an acceptable way to spend a Sunday afternoon. On the bright side, Debbie's jammin' shrimp gumbeaux is simmering. There's a