The rainy spring has caused mold smells to begin in the basement a good month ahead of time. Can no longer hang clothes there, and must leave door closed. This may also account for the chronic sore throat and general malaise, but my acupuncturist has it too, so it might be universal allergies.
Copped a translation of the Lais of Marie de France from the Wee Free across the street. Shall probably give it The Decameron in return. The translation of both books is uninspired, but I've had it with Boccaccio's dweeby lovers and am ready for something nobler.