You walk down the street as if everything is fine

You decide to walk down the street as you would if there isn't anything wrong. Or, you walk down the street. The sky is bleary -but that could just as well be your eyes -you don't remember if you had breakfast as that decision seems to be relevant here as your achilles' heels, shin bones connected to your ankle bones muscles and pavement over slight gradients and significant noise in the mix making things harder in ways you can easily handle. You are walking, you bipedal human you. You know what it is to walk and you as you look up towards school, you realize you are there.

to say, "odd that it took so quick to walk here," and wander towards your locker

to receive bonus sensory information from the walk -if you've eaten breakfast already at this point in the narrative.

to go straight to the library.

30.5 degrees Centipede

It is 93 degrees F, 30.5 Celsius, higher than the predicted high today. Much hotter than most November afternoons. There is a huge mass of air swooping down from the high desert to the ocean. It must squeeze through mountain ranges whipping into ferocious gusts.

Mostly it is just physics, with the higher altitude air being much less dense, it has far fewer molecules per bit of area. As the air descends the air moves into much more pressure as it reaches 0 ft above sea level.

With the winds and the pressure and something to do with ions, the air soaks up moisture. Water is ripped through your skin into the drying air. Water is sucked out of plants and trees and every living thing making fire dangers much worse.

These are the devil winds, the bitch winds, the santa anas.

It is the first of this year and it is the time when assault and divorce rates spike and termites colonies swarm out with ridiculous wings trying to end up someplace they can burrow themselves into.

Existing now, here, anywhere around, you are in conditions ripe for crankiness