Parenthetical Weather.

It tried to rain, sort of. We never fully heated up. There was a mid-morning dogwalk. There were clouds off and on. That was today.

I keep thinking it's going to get hot. I'm still sure it is. Let's just count these last two days as two free days.

School's coming. Fall's coming. Six of one.

Juvenile hawk learning to hunt, or fly, or both, out over the house this evening.

Tomorrow: Writing. Sanding a table. Drinking coffee. Any order OK.