By Amy Nicholson Los Angeles Times
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LOS ANGELES — On Jan. 16, 2025, -the day David Lynch’s family announced on social media that the iconic filmmaker had died, the forecast for Los Angeles was sunny with a high of 66 degrees. Lynch would have reported that himself with a smile, if he hadn’t stopped recording his daily morning weather blast two years ago. It’s hard to imagine any other director taking the time to become an almanac. Somehow, the temperature ritual suited a farm boy from Missoula, Montana. Checking the weather was one habit he could share, unlike the other rituals that were the stuff of legend: the transcendental meditation, the 20 cups of coffee a day, the cigarettes he’d started inhaling at the age of 8.