Some days are so grand they make just about any troublesome stuff fade to black. Got up late and lazy this morning and wandered out onto the deck with the dog Terrible and it was better than opening the perfect gift. The Sound’s glinting in the sun, reflecting a cloudless sky, the breeze is heavy with salt air and the richness of land after a good rain. Hummingbirds swirl and glitter a few feet away. In the distance, Rainier watches. I asked the dog, “Does it get any better than this?” and she just looked up at me and wagged her tail. (She’s a truly crummy conversationalist, but she’ll let you know she has your mood tagged.) I hope you’re having a good day, too. Lots of them.

You can probably tell my son salvaged my computer from the hack creeps.