My present today is a nubby purple cashmere sweater that has been regulated to pajama wear. Blazing hot sun disappeared and it’s cool again. I would love to live where the weather never saw ninety degrees, much less 110. Give me fog and wool sweaters, a knit cap, drizzle. The type of weather where a hot bath is appreciated. The long cloudless summer is approaching. Sometimes cumulus clouds appear on the far mountains on the other side of the lake. But here, it is endless blue skies from June to October as a rule. Monotony. The rattlesnakes are coming out as they do each year at this time. It’s common for one or two to be seen at my school. Friends are reporting their presence at their homes. If you walk at Anderson Marsh, you can hear them in the rocks in the early mornings. They could be the rhythm section for a mariachi band. Trato de apprender castellano en mi coche en la manana cuando manejo a trabajo. The nice lady and man with the beautiful Spanish diction never get frustrated with me. I feel my head is very small. My brain is at least. But I need big hats. So I’m back on that drizzle day in my large comfy cap walking along the beach with my hands in my pocket and breathing. I can wear my ratty purple sweater. No one will care.