One of the joys of living in Los Gatos comes from the wide daily temperature swing in the summer. Even on hot days, most nights are cool, and so we tend to sleep with open windows and an exhaust fan rather than relying on air conditioning.

This morning, I awoke to tolerably cool temperatures and a strong aroma of garlic, a sure sign of the arrival of summer.

I didn’t have anything garlic-friendly for breakfast (sprinkling garlic on my Joe’s O’s didn’t appeal), but dinner may well be another story.

I know — who doesn’t?

We just watched the season premiere of Monk, and afterwards, Diane asked, “wasn’t there another episode where someone was cheating?” I couldn’t remember, but since I was standing next to the laptop, I typed “monk cheating” into the search bar, hit Enter, and about 0.13 seconds later (plus whatever time it took me to read the second result), I had the answer: Mr. Monk and the Game Show. Of course, Google’s search history doesn’t know that this was a successful search, because I didn’t need to click through — everything I needed was on the result page.

So my privacy is safe. Or it would be, if I hadn’t written this blog entry.