Copped a white cotton bedspread at a yard sale for two dollars, with which to drape my aging sofa. Alas, it's not quite wide enough, but still better than before. Also washable, so one can sweat into it without worries during those muggy days that are coming. For once not waiting for the dog days of June for this, I washed hallways and stairs and vacuumed rugs with virtuous energy; swept the burgeoning cherries from the garden and killed a few more dandelions, and put a dozen books out on the sidewalk, half of which disappeared by evening. Visited with aunt, made colcannon with mushrooms (an interesting variation), and recovered one of my study shoji with blue washi. Since I've been putting off most of these tasks for an indeterminate length of time, we shall call this day a success.
If I can get the hedge trimmed and the kitchen floor washed tomorrow, I shall be able to face next week's 28C with equanimity.