Slow

It would appear that the tomatoes are ripening a lot faster than the time it takes me to think of something to do.  They taste very, very good.  AW is justifiably proud of them and I of him.

Mainly housekeeping today, like the dishes and the remaining laundry, which really isn't much, mostly drip-dry stuff that dry really quickly in this weather.  Two woolen sweaters left and it'll be their turn ... tomorrow.  Took a nap in the afternoon, which wasn't a real nap either.  I am not completely out of adrenaline but it's at a very low level, which is just fine.

I did book a 4-day out-of-the-country holiday by bus.  Time will reveal the location.  Right now, the sheer size of last month's project has hit home.  I'm still happy I pulled it off but I must have walked enough kilometres for two marathons.  Nothing hurts, thankfully, but mentally I'm happy to have nothing much to do.  Except perhaps the bookkeeping ... mañana.