Yesterday: mountains very very dark blue. It spit blustery rain out of a black cloud for a minute, then grew brittle and sunny and very windy. The farmer's market felt like a little medieval village: meats roasting, folksy music, people milling about over turnips and beets and giant cabbages. There was some kind of dog festival going on; I brought Sven down in spite of his foot troubles and he seemed to like it. He met a red lab puppy named Hamilton and really wanted to hump him. Afterward, the day had a dark trajectory.