Since moving to New Mexico four months ago, I have taken up a strange new hobby. I call it "puddle peeping." It's cheap and easy. Any weirdo can do it: First, I make mental note of depressions in the patchy asphalt outside of my apartment. After it rains, I check on them periodically to see how long the puddles that form in them last. There's a good one next to the Zumba studio across the street that I watch from the window near my desk. As I type this, it's supporting a puddle about three feet wide. Amazing! I thought when I saw it. So far as I know, it didn't rain here this morning, last night, or anytime yesterday.