The forest on the channel is teeming with the sounds of life this morning. Birds and other critters are all out and about. A pileated woodpecker can be heard hammering away in the distance, searching for its breakfast. Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat. The temperature is still 24 C (75 F), and again, there is a light wind from the southwest. The sky is overcast, but the sun is bright and shines through the thin clouds.

I spoke with Roseanne at the ICU, Pop's nurse this morning, and she reported that his condition is much the same as last night. He is stable and has no fever. The doctors are busy doing their rounds and are congregating outside his room to discuss his prognosis and treatment plan for the day. He will be getting dialysis sometime later, but whether they will attempt to remove more fluid from his body is unknown at present.

I have assembled all the equipment for my water testing excursion, and feel I have all my ducks in a row. I will be leaving momentarily to begin my sampling rounds.