Not much going on these days.
Copy editing the book while it's out to a fresh group of readers. 'Copy editing' being a polite way of saying hunting down typos, missed words, redundancies, continuity errors. Rewriting compound sentences, of which there are entirely too many. You know, all the fun stuff.
Helping Mary renovate the last unimproved room in the house, just in time to put it on the market. And by 'helping' I mean, of course, doing her bidding.
Working on setting up the website that will replace this little blog.
Listening to lute music while typing this. Don't know why you should care about that but every now and then I really enjoy a dose of John Dowland.
And as always, looking out over the green of our backyard and realizing once again how fortunate I am to have made my life here. Alas, time to move on. Not tonight but soon enough.
Dreading my doctor's appointment this week at which this wonderful, caring woman will tell me in her pleasant but firm way that I am fat. Damn! Really?
Marveling at the fact that I somehow convinced Mary to set up housekeeping with me and have managed for thirty years not to drive her away.
Wondering why there's a clothespin on my desk next to my backup drive.
Not much happening in the abode except life. Always, life.