8/13/25 7:00 62 (16.6)  A clear, windless  morning,  smelling faintly of burnt toast. I don’t see any new fire alerts, so it must be from a distance.

The sun is cresting the ridge.

Happy birthday to my youngest brother, Andy.

And happy birthday to Edward,  my brother from another mother.

I came out late last night, looking for shooting stars, but there were none to see. It was a pretty night, and the crickets were thunderous,  but I  feel sleepy this morning.  I would have slept in but the dog was licking my eelbow .