Thursday, 6:29 pm...

Lollygagged in bed till just after seven this morning. Tired. Forewent the gym and headed straight for the office. Shuffled some work out the door, then headed home to look after projects around the house.

Two good walks today. Between them, finished Lord Jim and got a head start on the New Yorker. Still scratching my head over the way Conrad’s structured his dialogue breaks. Anyway, a beautiful read. Need to poke around Netflix and see if they have the old Peter O’Toole film available. Would love to see it.

Overcast evening. Maybe more rain tonight, don’t know. The new ash trees in the front yard may be dead, and I’m having visions of another summer with neither trees nor lawn. God, don’t let it be so!