Yesterday a strange thing happened.  I stepped out on the deck to start the grill for a few hot dogs and noticed a sudden and very distinct change in the air.  It was, of course, very warm, reportedly just over 90, but there was also a fairly strong wind.  And that wind, dear readers, was dry.  The first words out of my mouth were "it's just like a Santa Ana.  I feel like I'm back in the Golden State."
So I got the grill going and, back inside, I checked the weather on three sites.  Ninety-three degrees and twenty-three percent humidity, that latter being practically unheard of in these parts for a temperature like that.  It was glorious.  Of course the wind wasn't anywhere near as strong as a Santa Ana, but I was loving it.  I was sorry I had to go out to see a play because my real desire was to stay home and sit out there in the shade and soak up that delicious warm dry air.