Really Important Stuff

I just heard today that someone still reads my blog. I think that's great because I'm not stopping writing now. I haven't yet documented a whole year's worth of weather. You know that's why we came here in the first place, right?
So, today is Monday, yes, and it was pretty usual. The fact that it's the day after the clocks go forward did add a soupcon of interest: the alarm was not set properly and we arose 1/2 hour before Marg had to be at school. I was very noble and drove her. Then I headed out some time later.
One of the bigger irritations for the Santa Fe driver these days is the endless (way more endless than The Big Dig) refurbishing of Guadalupe St., which happens to be right on my way to work and right in front of Edible's PO Box at Pakmail! Thoughtless sods. Santa Feans are quite fed up. Perhaps I'll just take a little photo tomorrow via my trusty mobile phone and fill you in on the horror.
And then, later in the afternoon, as I sat working hard for the Edible Empire, I heard a familiar, long ago & far away sound: protesters shouting slogans. What could this be? I realize Santa Fe is Very Down With It, but this was a strength of feeling that isn't usually present here in the Land of Enchantment. Fearless Leader and I walked to the front windows and beheld: two cars of Santa Fe's Finest leading a procession down our (2-lane) street of maybe 36 people protesting the occupation of Tibet --- and all but 1 looked to be actual Tibetans! We raised our fists in solidarity and shed a tear for the cause and also for our long-faded days of marching with indignation and vision. Now we type out indignation and vision and still hope for betterment somewhere, somehow.