Guess I'll be saying this for the rest of my life, but the west is on fire again. Big burns in Utah and Arizona. Small ones in Colorado. Hope we fare a little better this year than we have in the past. Air quality's not off-the-charts bad, but there's smoke in the air and you can taste it.
Got mom off to Albuquerque sometime around 10:00 this morning. Had a nice visit. She still looked a little tired from her time on the Bighorns, but was happy, as usual, and good company for as long as she was here.
Put in a little bit of time at the keyboard--research mostly--but don't figure to make much progress until the weekend. Two meetings tomorrow, one early, one mid-afternoon. Between them don't expect to get a whole lot done.
Halfway through A.B. Guthrie's The Way West, and enjoying the heck out of it. Gotta go on a search for some hardcover copies of his books and add them to the permanent collection. A reprint of Italo Calvino's "The Adventure of a Skier" in the new New Yorker. Haven't read it yet, but look forward to doing so.
Tired. Gotta stop thinking so hard.