July 23

Summer in the Valley. 9:30pm. Doors and windows gratefully admit the slightly moist air, courtesy of sprinklers glorying in their allotted twice a week 10 minutes of fame.

Animal, vegetable, we drink it in.

White wine over ice. A few hours spent at the sewing machine, resulting in the world's best burp cloths, for a baby who's hatching.

It's all good.