However, I am resolved to continue working on the book I began this summer, so I'm going to try to hew to a schedule of writing in the morning and going in to school in the afternoon (I have all afternoon classes). Evenings will be for class prep and wine drinking (on the patio in front of the chimenea, when it cools down).
I'm also going to be working on a couple of furniture projects (fodder for the book), the first of which, a blanket chest for my grandmother's quilts, I've already started. Here I am yesterday, working on the mortises for the legs. I've just routed out most of the waste, and I'm preparing to square the ends with a chisel and mallet:
My, doesn't that new bench look handy?
In other news, the heat has finally, finally broken, at least for a couple of days. Finally. So my morning writing shall happen today in the garden writing room, shown here in the flush coolth of spring, before being neglected and forgotten in the beat-down heat of summer:
Ah, those were the days, when we were still young and hopeful. Cheers, y'all!