I’m groggy as I write this column (Tuesday a.m.). I had a seriously punctuated sleep session last night. Wild west winds were partying like a buncha drunken spring breakers; kicking stuff around my backyard, playing Frisbee with trashcan lids, shoving around my loose screens. I was half tempted to call the Weather Service on them but realized they hadn’t partied much all winter. So I let them have their fun. So be prepared for a bleary read.

Speaking of being prepared, I just got an e-mail asking the best way to prepare a blowfish for eating.