1. I read a book in one day for Read A Book In One Day Day. But it was only an Imogen Quy mystery and still took me all afternoon.
2. Every evening I go out and water my lettuce, and my petunia plant, and my s-i-l's plants in baskets and her tubs of basil and her tubs of cherry tomatoes, because in this heat they're all always dry by day's end, and I give the grass some water as well, though it's past praying for. Then I pick up the plums, counting them as a sort of meditation exercise. I did this last night. I did the plums again this afternoon. I counted 160 of them in various degrees of plumdom and prunitude, before I stopped. That's a feck of a lot of plums. I fill plastic bags with them and put the bags in my freezer and then I drop them all in the green bin Monday night. I hope the plum harvest will be over soon because my freezer is getting rather full.
3. Last night was still cool enough to use the thicker summer quilt and sleep bug in a rug and dream of an old college friend living with her cranky female partner and inexplicable five or six children in a gloomy theological college. Friend was anxious about the effect partner's mood was having on me, and partner was burdened by the cares of administering a theological college: which is not like either of them.
4. We enter the season of mysterious puncture wounds that scab over and mysterious bruises on my arms. I'm convinced that both are down to bug bites, but I never see the bugs that are the cause.