It’s usually nippy by this time of year, but it’s holding on warm. We’re getting down to 33 Tuesday night next, but then it’ll warm up to 44 at night. So it’s coming, but none of the trees have turned.

I’m spending my evenings working on Chernevog’s rework, as I spend my days with Bren—oh, is Cajeiri up to his ears in hot water….and I’m beginning to feel I need some relaxation.

The Wave outpost over on Facebook is doing well, with nearly 500 persons ‘liking’ it. That’s good.

We had a friendly hail from Michael Bishop, who is having his own issues. And that’s the news I know. The weight loss is slowed, which is a good thing—too fast is not good. But it is continuing, which is weird, eating until we actually don’t WANT any more and then still losing. My mandolin should arrive tomorrow. With the protective glove. I took the Cuisinart (unopened) back to Lowe’s today. Silly people, not to give every machine a range of blades and accessories. And outside of that, we are watching Saiyuki in the evenings and we just keep swimming….just keep swimming….