Clammy

South wind this morning, right up the river from the ocean, so fog ruled the dawn. That's what happens when the air temperature meets the dewpoint. Now the sun breaks through, so we can look forward to a steam bath and thunderstorms for the remainder of the day.

Got out for my bike ride _before_ the sun, nothing notable in the way of wildlife or previously-unmentioned flora (though the lupines continue unabated, invasive species that they are.) A crew is paving the stretch of road through the bog, consummation devoutly to be wished -- that road was built on "corduroy," basically sections of tree trunks laid crosswise on top of the muck to keep horse and wagon from sinking out of sight. Each paving job is good for about two years....

15.28 miles, 1:02:05

It's everywhere you want to be....

Turned on the local Public Radio station this evening, looking for our weekly San Fransisco Symphony concert. Found the introduction to some talking shrubbery instead. Dammit, does that shit _have_ to be everywhere?

Fuck it and the mangy three-legged yak it rode in on. Plugged a CD into the player instead. I can find out the sorry-ass excuses in tomorrow's paper.

Foote note

Sorry to see that Shelby Foote has died. Wrote mainly history, most famous for his Civil War work (War Between the States, for those of us who grew up south of the Mason-Dixon Line), did a notable stint in the Ken Burns mini-series on that subject.

He was a hell of a readable writer, turned true history into work that read like a thrilling historical novel. We need more of that class.