The weekend was only moderately virtuous, but I did finally mend some essential items and wash some other items at the laundromat and get some editing done. And read vast quantities of Flavia de Luce: three and a half inside a week. The weather is perfect: sunny, not too hot, dry. A good summer, this; how unfortunate that I've gone back to my old way of not retaining anything that happened during it. No matter: it forces me to concentrate on the moment as it happens and let it go afterwards.