Half past seven and the mercury is stuck at 94 degrees. I’m still trying to read through that non-Theda project. I like it, I do, but it’s just too difficult to do anything in this weather that in any way resembles work. Did take a break to visit the lovely and ever courtly Bill Swartley, and not just because he has air-conditioning. (Bill turns 100 next week. Yay, Bill!) The heat is supposed to break tonight, but in the meantime, if you’re looking for some cool, foggy relief, may I recommend Alan Furst’s latest, The Spies of Warsaw,” which I reviewed here? I’d like to offer you all my latest book, but it’s not in any shape for anyone but me to read right now.

And in the meantime, some great news from buddy Caroline Leavitt. After all this heat, I cannot wait to really Breathe.