This morning, as I drove over the bridge, everything was suffused with a white glare, the sun reflecting off the mist that had rolled in. Almost as soon as I got to work, Charlie left with Shelly to take the issue in. He gave me nothing to do while he was gone, so I spent most of the day filing photographs. Boring.

The deer have not completely abandoned Charlie’s back yard. I saw a doe walk past, followed by a very young fawn, still in spots. They didn’t linger, but they didn’t avoid the new house. Maybe when plums start falling, they’ll hang around like they did last year.

The deer in the Oakland hills were (probably still are) very bold. One morning I pulled up to work and saw three does and a fawn standing — I suppose they were conversing — in my usual parking space. Pulling up close did not make them move. Honking my horn did not make them move. When I got out of the car and slammed the door, they just turned their heads and looked at me as if curious. Finally, they all sauntered away and I could park my car.

When we lived near Grizzly Peak, a young, antlered buck terrorized the local dogs. Our neighbors called him “Bambo.”