But for now he couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to spend this glorious day doing anything besides painting trim, patching rain gutters, and performing all the basic house maintenance that had been put off during the long, wet winter.
In a few hours the coastal fog would burn off, and the heat would force Henry Spencer to put down his tools, pick up a beer, and spend the rest of the day in the comfort of his air-conditioned living room watching the Dodgers blow another easy one. A cool breeze blew off the bay and tempered the warmth that was already radiating off the sun-soaked hills.
William Rabkin: Psych: A Mind is a Terrible Thing to Read
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