June 18, 2012
The dog days of summer are here already, and it's not even summer. Fires are burning a ways north of here near Fort Collins, but within view if you're up high enough, and people living in the hills outside Boulder are nervous with this seemingly continuous wind, heat, and dryness. Every day, it is hot, dry, and windy. Sonora lay panting all evening, just on the carpet of our apartment. She is still panting now. It's 9:43 p.m. Hot. June. Hot!