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You bet your sweet hippie. And you know I'm proud of my neighbors. Oh, I just saw my first Bumbershoot. The first umbrella. I was about to say I'm proud of my hearty Capitol Hill neighbors because there wasn't a single one in sight. Everybody's just walking around with their hoods on their Pacific Northwestern Mossback rain jackets. But just before I was able to make the report, an umbrella came into view. Oh well, the mountain is not out. Beach, the only person if I were looking for something like that, the first person I could think of to ask would be Amy Ann. K-9-i-q-x. She seems fairly knowledgeable about such things, especially with her job that she has now. Working, you know, road crews. Oh, she has governance. Oh. Clinking it on the little boom. Of my floor standing microphone stand, the microphone is mounted on because I have so little desk space. I have a cluttered desk, so you can trust me. And I don't know what else to say. Oh, I'm down to my very last Carol Hiafon adult novel. The last one, I'm reading Razor Girl. And that's the last unread one. And then I will have a complete set of all of his adult novels on my shelf. But I'm so starved for his writing that I even have resorted to reading his middle grade children's books and young adult books. And not all of them. I've read it. I've read it. Rekt and Hoot and Flush. And I couldn't find it in the library, so I purchased Skink. So apparently no thorough reading of the Skink series is complete without reading his young adult Skink No Surrender, which will be actually the last one I have to read. Except for a couple of the children's books. Anyway, I'm glad I'm long enough. Even though it's a light rain, I'm still going to put on my high-vis raincoat and jacket and take my bike up to Maple Leaf Reservoir Park for Sean VK3AA to run the new net and meet him in real life. Joan on Broadway, KX2CW. All the Nevers. See you tonight.