It's Always nice in Seattle

This is the middle of Seattle's summer drought, and it's just lovely, as usual. There's a concert stemming from a baroque opera workshop, tomorrow night, and I'm hoping for a ride over. It's not so far, I could grab a cab if necessary?

Today I was at the Mystery Bookshop, and I'm happily in the beginning of Metzger's Dog by Thomas Perry. Yes, I read it before, but I seized it with pleasure, a reprint, and I no longer remember anything much about it except that it's wonderful to read.