Ah the now fading light...

I have a friend who hates today.

"You know that it is the longest, so it is all downhill from here."

He is a physician, so I am assuming that is what accounts for the gloomy take on it.

Not me. I love it (unless it is a cloudy or overly foggy day, in which case I feel gyped). Amalia and I played in one of our favorite parks this evening, until a few minutes to nine o'clock, and it was still twilight. It helps that today has been wonderfully warm, almost hot, certainly hot for those who did not grow up in Sacramento or Redding (hunnert fourteen on Sunday, if all goes as predicted).

Tonight is much like a Sacramento summer night, even here in Oakland (aka Murderville or Potholia). If I didn't live in what has become in the last year a war zone, I would probably take a chair, a glass of single malt scotch and a maduro out front and enjoy the night. I tried it awhile back, but it just wasn't fun. You know it is time to move when you are outside at night and have a sigh of relief when a cop car pulls up to the corner house. And then the #$%$#$%s go and elect Ron Dellums.

Right now is not a personally good time for us to move, but we will see what happens at the end of summer.

Meanwhile, I am loving the weather and the late embers of day that have lasted until not too long ago.