And so, lifting my eyes from this all too particular singularity to the gross generality of everybody else, the morgues are full in Fresno, even overfull, of the corpses of Central Valley heat-victims, mostly the elderly. It isn't certainly the effect of global warming, but it could be. I learned odd stuff in perusing the morning e-mail box about why and how people die of heat-exhaustion; it ain't pretty. The sort of stuff the late Shah of Iran, as acting chief of Savak, must have been elbows-deep in.

Si j'ai l'air gai, c'est que mon ordinateur marche parfaitement bien. Sa "mort" de laquelle je me plaignais si pitoyablement n'e'tait en effet que celle du moniteur, et je l'ai remplace' avec un nouveau qui marche, comme je disais, parfaitement bien, mieux me'me que ne marchait jamais l'ancien.

Did all I said I'd do yesterday, and, in the process, picked up Friday, who is still sleeping the sleep of the Just on the floor, but will doubtless switch to the bed when I leave. Weather's perfect, as forecast. Think I'll go visit Patty (and perforce Peter); perhaps she'll give me a cup of coffee, the neighbours here being out.