D.O.P.-T.

Survived another work week. The National Weather Service recorded a high of 100 yesterday in Los Altos (the closest they come to our location), after 2 consecutive 110s. The air tastes acrid. I walked the dog this morning and the streets were almost empty but the park was full of people risking their lungs and their dogs' by exercising in this stuff. At least it's supposed to be only in the 80s today. The dog found two squirrels; one she chased and the other was lying dead under a bush. Probably of heat prostration.

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I was going to close the back door and followed the dog outside. As I stood near the tree at the back of the yard, I noticed a soft sound coming from it. Then it reached me. It's raining.