You know the scene in a movie version of a Steven King story where the sky darkens and suddenly the trees are buffeted by forceful leave-stripping winds? Looks like San Jose is in for one hell of whatever the native word for Nor’easter is or my neighborhood is about to be visited by evil.

Nothing like running a few errands and coming out of Target to find the hot day has turned chill and the skies ominous. An invigorating top-speed bike ride home to beat a drenching sure cleared some cobwebs. I think I have enough energy to slog through another dozen replies to job listings.