But in the backyard in Scottsdale this morning, ruby-throated hummingbirds. Doves in the trees. The real point, though, is it was warm enough to sit outside with my morning coffee and see these things. Stayed with the owners of the Poisoned Pen, the bookstore I was at last night. He cooks, by the way. By the way! Curried halibut (which he'd caught himself in Alaska), cauliflower, peas and mushrooms, homemade sorbet for dessert.

And, as it happens, the interview at the bookstore -- PP doesn't do readings, they do interviews -- was webcast and youse can check it out. I'll give you the link tomorrow, it'll be ready by then.