I hauled the six-foot folding table up two flights of stairs (basement to kitchen to library-cum-music room) this afternoon to provide a work surface for sorting choir music and packing Goodwill-bound books. I must be stronger than I thought because I did it easily, without straining my back in the slightest. The damn thing is awkward more than it is heavy. Useful, though. I might just leave it upstairs and get another one — they run about $100 at Canadian Tire — for patio dinners.

Hmmm, barbecue. I can actually imagine myself inviting half a dozen people over for barbecue on the patio. I guess I’m finally settling into the new normal.

Easter weekend is supposed to be sunny and dry, so maybe my personal basement fountain will cease operations and let me off Shop Vac duty. Lord, but that thing is loud.