Between dusk and dawn the temperature here spiked, hot wind racing down the canyon, everyone wrested from sleep. Dogs prowling, owls hunting, car alarms coming from all directions all night long.

Right now the wind's relentless, trees bowed, the Pacific churned a deep denim blue. So here's a little video shot this morning, just wind and leaves, not too special, which is all that your sleep-starved blogger could manage while in a trance in the eucalyptus grove.