Many Staples.

First of all, it hasn't rained since I got all excited and discussed, at length and with visual aids, how much it's been raining. Thanks, me.

Second of all, the festival of in-law visitation has come to a close, which means: full steam ahead on the porch du chat. Once we went back to the store to buy staples that actually fit the staple gun, we did OK.


Trim tomorrow. Then the building of a door. From scratch. I hear that only takes about ten minutes.

Summertini. Five mangoes on the dining room table. The long, late summer light. Sleeping in my own bed again. Head just maybe starting to get wired for the next project. Mums dying off in their vase. Nothing else to report. Nothing much else at all.