Lost another pound apiece!

Jane and I both! Yay us!

I've been back in the pit of depression—not fiercely bad, but pretty uncomfortable—thought I needed my thyroid checked again, did, and yep! Doc upped my dose again. I shall be cheerful in short order.

Jane's suspecting the same thing. She's getting re-tested.

So we shall be both svelte AND happy!

The lights all work.

Jane put a spooklight in the pantry closet that welcomes me with light when I arrive or leave with hands full of cans; and turns off automatically when I leave.

She put a new switch on the stairs lights.

We ordered the bathroom tile.

I got a short story done for the Poul Anderson anthology: I'm doing one for Lawyers in Hell. Jane's working on her Seeking North story, and Lynn's working on another.