It’s gonna be a scorcher today. It’s warm already, with that kind of tentative radiance to the air that says “It’s pleasant now, and in about two hours, you’re gonna be sweating like a hippo.*” I opened all the doors and windows, turned on the computer, and set to work on Digger.

It’s a good life, if you don’t weaken.

*Since hippos sweat bloody froth, this could be a very disturbing turn of events.