Breakfast. Apple slices slathered in peanut butter. Kitchen won’t be serviceable for a while, so ate them on the front porch while watching a quilt of gray clouds gather over the peak. Took a whetstone to my axe last night. Have to remove the last of the tree stumps from the yard before reseeding the lawn. Shade mix to sun mix. One in, one out, as the man said. Chatted with the construction boss about his not-so-close-at-hand-retirement, and he mentioned, glumly, he was concerned about outliving his savings. This, to a writer.