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Here's one of those glorious Texas skies. I snapped this with my phone from a very sunny spot on my way to work Wednesday-- see how the white fence gleams? In the distance was about to come a turd-floater. Sorry about the ghostly images of paper and bandaids on the dashboard flapping in the wind like the Lord's Very Own Bill Basket. Anyway, it's magnificent how the sky here can go from cloudless, crystalline sparkling to that deep, federal blue in what seems like no time at all. Next thing you know, there's little iceballs everywhere and your chariot is garlanded with great ropey rafts of dimples. The weather here can be so violent.

I love it.

On to other matters. In comments yesterday, someone asked if my boss still gets gifts from Edward. She does. She may have figured out it's me by my abysmal handwriting. I'd almost feel guilty if she blamed that mess on anyone else. Then again-- Edward's a busy guy, and while he does have an appreciation for aesthetics, he's too busy to refine a better hand. Every once in a while, I'll see a gift Edward left on her desk and say "ooh, what's that?" and she'll babble excitedly about it. Edward gave her some Belgian chocolate bath powder recently and once she got exotic treats he picked up from a market in Tokyo. He gets around, Edward does. I think it's such a fun lark that even if she does know, it would almost spoil it to let the cat out of the bag. We may winnow this out for years, at this rate.