And I honestly don’t know what to do with myself. I found myself walking around and around the triangular loop between hall, kitchen and living room, without the least notion what I’m to do now…the concentration’s been so absolute, so long, waking to sleeping, that I really can’t think what to do now.

Winterize the pond, take a hike, go out to lunch, futz with the marine chemistry, I dunno—there’s plenty around here that wants doing.

But now Jane’s reading the bits she hasn’t read, and I’m not finished until Jane’s caught all my mistakes and asked all her questions, so I can’t quite go ape. I just have to wait.