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.
—Raymond Chandler, “Red Wind”
Today is a weird day… maybe it’s because of the Santa Anas.
If it’s not that, then I don’t know what’s going on.
After a emotionally and spiritually rough day yesterday all I wanted to do this morning was stay home. However, I was pretty sure I had a 9 AM conference call I had to attend so I came into work. Upon my arrival I learned that our phone system was down, which makes it tough to have a conference call. Apparently, I came in for not.
As 9 AM approached I thought it odd that my two co-workers, who were supposed to also be on the conference call, had yet to arrive. As it turns out, one of them had the windshield of her car smashed in this morning by a large, presumably round, object. The other had her blackberry die and simply forgot about the meeting.
My normal Weekend Update will come later today.