It's been insanely hot here in Claremont, though right now it's pleasant and cool in my room (the breeze blows in through the balcony door once in a while and it really is the most exquisite thing). The local fires are burning themselves out slowly, so the air quality is gross. I find ash on the balcony in the morning sometimes, and smoke clouds rise out of the North and make me think of Mordor every time I turn towards the mountains.
According to my freshmen, a "blonde guy" keeps showing up at my door when I'm not around. I have no idea who this person is, since he's never left me a note to indicate his identity despite the fact that a good portion of my door is taken up by whiteboard. Hopefully he'll come by while I'm here and solve the mystery. That would be good.