Pretty good so far. Did some letter and fiction writing, which always feels good.
Yesterday I gently advised the family visitors of the people in the apartment downstairs not to flick lit cigarette butts into the forest litter.
Worked out well after I mentioned that the fire danger in Colorado is never zero. Apparently, they're city folks to whom the whole world is either non-flammable asphalt or non-flammable concrete and butt-flicking doesn't matter fire-wise. Just for grins before I talked to them I got some closeup photos from my balcony showing butts that had burned down to the filter and lying right on bunches of nice, dry pine needles, which were slightly scorched around the burning tips.
Expected a bunch of "Yeah, but" resistance from them, you know, automatic self-justifications, but it went well. Didn't have to show the pix. They just weren't thinking about things like that.
Terry