Humid

One of our smoke alarms just went off for no apparent reason. We stood and looked up at it and Ailz wondered whether atmospheric humidity would be enough to trigger it.  I closed a door to keep the damp air from getting at it and it stopped.

Yesterday was damp (but not actually raining) and warm.  I put a chair out in the garden and read a bit and slept a bit. I don't suppose I'll be doing much more of that this year.

Star Begotten: H.G. Wells

A man wonders whether his "fey" wife could be an alien. Instead of having it out with her he consults a couple of not very interesting old men and the story peters out in Utopian speculation.

A book that justifies G.K. Chesterton's gag that Wells was "a born story-teller who sold his birthright for a pot of message".