The books are done.
I finished them this morning before going to therapy. It's a nice little piece; wish I had a bookcase to display it in. (My bookcase, you'll remember, is full of boots.)
Still weirdly quiet here. Without the TV on, I'm hearing every little pop and groan the house makes. This afternoon, I heard a loud bang-thud, and thought for sure something had hit the roof. To the contrary, something had come off the roof. A squirrel had jumped from there to the deck, making its way to the fig tree.
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