The sun is finally hot outside. I have just opened the back door onto the deck, into the garden. Lama Gyurme is singing and reminding me to pray and meditate more than I have been doing recently. I have cut back on pot a lot. I get no news from sister hiking in italy: I am not sure they have wifi. 

The quebec fires' smoke is sitting above Montreal and the suburbs. Their is an advisery against stying outside this week end. Pretty nasty truly. Nothing of the sort here for a while, not even last year from what I recall.