So I was sick with a cold for almost a month and found it all very annoying. Without missing a beat, my body has recovered from the cold and had a little allergy spasm from the Santa Ana winds. How do I know I switched from cold to allergies? I actually slept last night. When I have a cold, I can’t sleep.

Still and all I hate these winds. Southern California is a wonderful place a lot of the time. Sandals almost 365, bicycles almost 365, lovely cool nights, even in the hottest summer months. I am even fond of that weather-hyped period known as “June gloom.”

I miss seasons, real seasons. I was lucky to have lived in part of the East that had distinct, but not terrible seasons. While Washington and Atlanta summers were, shall we say, a bit “wet,” the springs and falls helped to compensate. And neither place had winters that hurt, the way Chicago winters hurt.

One of my eyes has a sty and when the wind kicks up, it produces, um, stuff. I think the sty prevents good eye flushing. My sty is one of those things that makes me grimace when I look at myself in the mirror. That and what my honey calls my “baja bump” which is a red spot on my forehead (same side as the sty! Yea!) that I get from sleeping face down on my pillow. Freaky McFreak is me.

I heard a piece on the radio this morning about the leper colony on Molokai in the Hawaiian Islands. There are worse things, I suppose than being sent (as people were) to a paradise island to die and then not dying.

Why I cam to Los Angeles is more complicated than why they sent people to Molokai. What I like about it is that I can be relatively successful even with the sty/forehead freakiness. What I don’t like is the damn winds.

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