Someone is baking bread on this cool, cloudy day and it smells damn good. Probably the lady downstairs who is always cooking something good smelling. Much better than what usually wafts in from our next door neighbors.
Working. No Oblivion for the wicked. The phrase of the day is: “Thank you, sir. May I have another?”
Because it’s sometimes fun doing this kind of work on a book. Things are suddenly brought into very clear focus, and all the flaws, unseen ’til now, need to be fixed. And fixing makes it better.
Disc tonight. Yay!