It wasn’t the writing day I thought it might be, but that turned out to be okay. I have my plan in place to get this book down. And I will stick with it. It’s a good plan. I also planned out all the other stuff I need to get done, which isn’t much count-wise, but is a bit much labor-wise. Not sure how I’ll get it all done…but I will.
The cooler weather is receding. Tomorrow is our last day of it, I think. It will be warmer and warmer from here on out, I wager. Which leaves behind my favorite time of year. It’s been a few years, here, where I haven’t enjoyed the cooler weather as much as I’d like to. I really am resolved next year to do better about that. More bike rides. Tennis, perhaps, with Reed. Work in the yard. The summertime is not the time to do it, no sir.
Our plum tree is laden with plums. Like, BOWING with them. I didn’t realize that would be a thing, this is the first year its done that. It will make pruning it interesting come next spring…but I’ll deal with that when the time comes. For now, I’m looking forward to some plums. We’ll see how good they are this year. I think they should be pretty decent. The tree is still young, only five years old, I think, so certainly not even close to its prime…but those roots are all another year deeper, and we don’t water it, so the juices should be nice and concentrated. Dry-farming; it’s something I learned about when learning about wine.
Anywho…some reading. Then sleep. Night night.