8/30/25 7:00 58f (14.4c) Calm. A vestige of the wildfire haze that settled in last evening still remains. It lends a golden tinge to the morning light.
It is quiet now. Earlier, the crews were banging ladders in the orchards and Walter was leading the neighborhood dogs in voicing their disapproval.
A bird is chirping in the oaks. I sit in my warm, dilute solution of bleach, sipping dark, cardamom tea. Good morning.









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