I have discovered the restorative powers of a bag of chips. Not the little snack-pack bags. Daughter decided to avert a meltdown and bought me a big bag of Lay’s. After I ate half the bag, washed down with cold coffee, my brain resumed functioning. (It probably helped that relative temperature had dropped below 90 at that point, but whatever.) So this morning I had an incredibly gooey sweet roll (my daughter does not believe in some diet principles), knocked back two salt tablets and moved on to chips about an hour later. Between that and the fact that I moved into the basement at 11, I seem to be doing fine.

The jet stream is predicted to start moving sometime Wednesday.

Anyway. Greenhouse gases and Priuses.