Just went outside for the first time since 7 a.m. Wednesday morning. In the intervening period between then and now, thunderstorms. Some kind of front's come through. Here in the Gate City this fine morning it is warm, but not hot, a little westerly breeze, insistently sunny, a little humid, but not as humid as it could be. Edward James Olmos, it turns out, is a boy, seven pounds five ounces, and nineteen-some-odd inches in length. He may have red hair. I may love that fucker already. And dear sweet baby Jesus in a hospital-issue cotton blanket, friends and fans of weather, how I love his mom.