Well, it's been a rather dull day for me, writing and more writing, hot and sticky and windy here. I dropped off Peter at the airport, puzzled and probably bored him with steam powered submarines and nitrates, and came back to treachery and magic and all-to-smart sheepdogs. A writer's life is a varied one... or at least the research is! Our dogs were very restless last night - the moon, the heat the humidity, and so I hope things are better tonight. The tomatos are ripening - used 4 in cooking tonight, and have a fridge-drawer full.
Otherwise: no adventures to report.
Barbs filled in at the school today, as the gardener/groundsman. Hot day for it.