Virga, Virga, Virga

Monday morning saw some ominous cloud-cover over Phoenix, and a repeated mention of something called "virga" in the atmosphere. Virga, according to peppy meteorologist Kaley O'Kelley, is rain that evaporates before it hits the ground. Maybe that was mostly the case throughout the city, but on our side of town the droplets hit. It was just enough to spoil A's plans to walk to the bus stop. As luck would have it, we left all our umbrellas in Ohio.

Fire On The Mountain

No, this is not Hades raining fire on the mountain (although it was hot enough). This is a sunset over the White Tank Mountains as seen from our modest patio. Would have been an even better picture without the powerlines, but I guess electricity is a necessity--how else would they power the fifty-billion Starbucks in the area?