In many ways, today was about as lovely as Tucson gets. Cool in the morning, warm and sunny in the afternoon, cool again at night, it almost felt like summer in Big Sur. Unfortunately, the wind also recalled California's most weather-beaten coastline. I knew it was going to be rough for the pollen-suffering people here when not only the paper and cardboard recycling kept blowing away this morning, but the bottles and cans as well. One of the reasons why it's so beautiful right now is that the Palo Verde trees are completely covered in their gorgeous yellow flowers. When it's windy, though, the pollen in those flowers takes off, forming clouds that look more like a bee swarm than anything you can inhale. I am greatly pleased with myself for not succumbing to the temptation to take an antihistamine. But my reward for such fortitude is to feel like I'm trudging through a Slurpee in a blindfold, desperately seeking the sleep of rhyme and reason. That's why I'm headed to bed instead of pursuing a more active agenda.