Aside from the latest battle in the spider wars, the day was uneventful, and typical for the time of year, the temperature very nearly reaching 100 degrees. San Franciscans, incidentally, sweltered at 70 degrees today -- lucky bastards. It won't be much less than that here until after midnight.
Someone in the neighborhood is kicking off the holiday with a barbecue, as the air is redolent of roasting flesh. A majority of the neighbors, however, have decamped. I picture them sipping drinks in the bar of the Fairmont Hotel, (which is what I would like to be doing at the moment) but it is more likely that they are either in RV's crammed into some state campground that is as busy as a Safeway parking lot, or losing their Social Security checks gambling in Reno. This is not a town of urbane and sophisticated tastes.
In lieu of a vacation, I feel like letting my brain vegetate for a while, so once I have shut Sluggo down, I will probably be spending the evening with the television. There are a hundred or more channels. At least one of them must have something worth watching.