It's an ill wind...

... and I don't see it blowing much good to anybody just now. Last night, thoughts of the atrocities carried out by the Islamic State, mingled with everyday worries, kept me from sleeping till the wee hours. Today I awoke to a gale such as is seldom seen in Brazil. On the way to the gym, I found that this large ficus had been blown down, blocking the road, and apparently many others have come down all over the city.

Three-quarters of an hour later, these workers had nearly finished chopping it up to cart away.