Cooler today. Though, something seems dreadfully wrong when eighty-seven seems cool. Skies are still full of smoke, but I'm resigned to the fact that, for the rest of my natural life, that may be the case. Unless, of course, the entire west goes up in flames all at once.
Making good progress on "Love Triangle," though no progress seems swift enough when you're excited about a piece and can't quite seem to manage the last detail.