Friday night. Well, maybe not quiet night yet, but getting close. Full day at the office writing articles with only a brief bit of early morning work on some stories.

Have three pieces close to being finished, but haven’t found those last few words to make them respectable enough to put in the mail. No worries. Have a feeling that when they start falling into place, it’ll all happen at once.

Weather was cooler this morning, and the sun—when there is sun—seems to be sitting a little lower in the sky. Another bank of long gray clouds on the Peak this evening. Feels like fall.

Like to go fishing tomorrow, but learned long ago to avoid the mountains on the Memorial Day and Labor Day weekends. Traffic backed up all the way from Florissant to Woodland Park.