Seriously. I'm seein' tracers.
That's normal, right?
Oh, who cares.
According to the National Weather Service, this was supposed to be a rainy week, where by "rainy" they meant "A 30--no, 20--no, maybe 10% chance of rain somewhere in the vicinity, maybe up in the mountains or somewhere--but all you're gonna get are just enough dusty drops to make it look as though you haven't washed the car in six months."
Pretty clouds, though.
Besides, either it's this, or I find some way to take a photo of all the DUST that's been blowing around for 'bout the past month now.
Do you think that I kid you about the dust? I assure you I do not kid about the dust.
UPDATE: Luckily, dust-encrusted nerves can always be soothed through the magic of roasted red peppers marinated in vinaigrette with Roma tomatoes and garlic.
I do not, of course, eat them as pictured above. I have only arranged them like that for your benefit. Normally I consume them straight from the Tupperware, because I am that low-rent, yes, but also because they are just that good.