A quiet day…a good one.

Jane got the last of the plantings done. I got the UV filter fixed on the fish pond.

And if you wonder why the Scribometer hasn't moved, it's because after Jane being sick, and now that she's getting well, —even though I kept writing through the worry and the upset, it's not up to my standard. I thought of throwing out everything I've done and starting over, and then I started reading it and then my fingers began to twitch, and there we are: a rolling deep rewrite, and a really, really good feeling about what I'm doing.