A break in the rain. Spring ended and mid-summer struck early this morning with temps in the mid-eighties. Hardly a breeze, which brought out the lurking humidity. Tomorrow, more of the same.
Worked at home all day with a brief, late-afternoon excursion to the grocery store. Taking it easy after the marathon writing session this weekend to finish “Working to Beat Hell.” Tired, but probably from the weather.
Can’t believe it’s June, suddenly. Need to get in gear and buy my fishing license. Begin making plans for Wyoming.
New built-in bookshelves in the living room look perfect. “Like they grew there,” as Eric, the carpenter, says. The wood’s still raw, but even unpainted they make a terrific statement. Houses the entire 1922 edition of my grandfather’s Harvard Classics.