Today brought a foretaste of the heat to come, and the smell of burning charcoal as some neighbor fired up the backyard barbecue grill. There was the more unpleasant smell of gasoline fumes and the racket of two-stroke engines as lawns were mowed, followed by blessed quiet and the scent of cut grass. Because the spring has been unusually dry, sprinkler season has arrived early, too, and I hear them sputtering, and the chirps of delighted birds flying through the spray. I'll need to use the fan tonight, to cool the room enough to keep Sluggo working for an hour or two later. Now, I'm going to watch the sunset and wish I was somewhere cool.