You know it’s summer when…

…a dragonfly comes into the living room and starts bashing its head against the only closed window, trying to get back out.  Fortunately, eldest daughter was on hand to set the thing on its way to freedom.  In other news, if you’re one of the 103 new readers who read one of my books in May, sincerest thanks and do please leave a quick review if you have a moment.  Oh, and those chickens finally laid their first eggs yesterday (yay!), and the cock is looking thoroughly pleased with himself.  Now, with the History Institute dealt with, I need to get back to my WIP so in a few months, I can strut about the place with a similarly imperious-yet-thick-as-shit look on my face