Clouds have rolled in and the temperature dropped.  Well, not too far, but enough shortsleeves chilly.  It’s night here.  The clouds over Lanai looked on one end like a crocodile (complete with eye) and on the other just like an elephant.  An omen?

Kate’s still sick.  We’re lying low, somewhat reminiscent of our first trip here during the Nagano Winter Olympics.  These two Minnesotans spent a lot of time inside, watching triple axles, double toe loops, Eddie the Eagle and slalom races.  A peculiar, but, in some strange way, apt, first time here.

Spent much of the day reading, A Secret History, by Donna Tartt.  A wonderful, odd book about classic’s students who commit two murders.

Tomorrow night we head over to Mama’s Fish House for my 61st birthday.  This is the second or third birthday I’ve celebrated here.  Feels like just the right place.