This is very odd. When I arrived home today, it was very hot (still 81 degrees at 5 p.m.), so I opened the upstairs windows on both sides of the house to air it out, cross-ventilation.

Then I grabbed a nice cold iced tea and settled down to read for a bit.

Sniff.

Sniff, sniff.

Yes, definitely grass being smoked by my neighbor (or his visitor) to the west. I closed that window and moved to the matching chair in the bedroom, on the east side of the house.

Sniff.

Sniiiifffff....

Drat. That neighbor was also toking and talking and probably sharing a joint with his girlfriend, who could be heard (and seen) giggling hysterically while staring at their pool.

Sigh. I closed that window, also.

Yes, it was definitely weed. Quite a different smell from tobacco, cigarettes, cigars, or a pipe. Any child of the hippy era will know the distinctive odor.

That's what I get for listening to the CD a friend sent me and that followed by the "Hair" soundtrack while doing payroll this afternoon. I've found an old set of headphones and I can really crank it up to my heart's content. [Que bella!] I probably woke up some 40-year-old ghosts.