At last! I am cool. I am wearing socks because my feet were so cold. I have turned off the ceiling fan. The windows were open all night. I can hear insects and birds and faraway dogs barking and cars going by on the road. I woke up in the night and pulled the quilt off the floor to cover me. Sigh. We sat outside on the porch to have drink and snack and watch the chickens, who seemed a little livelier, too.

Ray and I got up at 6 yesterday (well, I was up before then anyway) and drove to Atlanta to pick up Molli, who is visiting for the weekend. She was in LA for a couple weeks for training and, luckily, the 3-day Labor Day weekend falls in the middle of those 2 weeks. What a joy to have her here! She looks great, having lost a lot of weight, and is very healthy and strong. I want to keep her around always. We ate breakfast in Hugh's new restaurant in Atlanta and enjoyed it very much. (Hugh Acheson is a young, much-admired chef, from whom I took a cooking class for charity last year).

When we got home, we watched tennis on TV and made cookies and supper. Vanessa made her famous iced tea. After supper, Molli walked Cameron. Zoe and I went a little ways with her. We watched TV and went to bed early. I finished my book about growing up in Florida in the 40s and 50s, during KKK activities. Not conducive to sleeping. But I guess things are somewhat better now.