I don’t know what’s up lately, but I’ve been hitting a wall at about 8:30 every night. Last night I stopped for some deep-fried tacos from Big Guy’s and a few brews from Hotz’s and was back home in time to toss in Yojimbo. I had every intention of going to The Lit after this, but then I started going cross-eyed and next thing you know I wake up, it’s just after nine and the phone is ringing. We finally got a good long rain [which is aberrant this late in the year] to wash the billowing clouds of dirt that empty dump trucks have been distributing all along my street and on everyone’s car. People were washing their cars and the next day it looked like they hadn’t been washed in weeks. It was right out of the Dust Bowl.