The furnace technician just left, and the new condensate pump is chugging away as if nothing was ever amiss in that corner of Gloccamorra. Only the damp patches on the concrete and the lime deposits indicating high water remain to tell the story. Oh, and my tired back.

Dorothy's accounts of accumulated stuff at both the mill and the Dupont house make me want to chuck stuff, too. I have the great advantage of an imminent church variety sale, for which I have a good selection of unneeded, unwanted items that have been lurking in the basement. When I have finished packing and hauling books, that's my next challenge.

The book project will be finished this week, and I hope I can soon get help to shift the bookcases to the garage, whence they will be more easily carted away. Then I can move everything that's left in the library around to more convenient spots, such as sections of the floor where shims are not required to ensure that a bookcase stands straight against the wall.

I just heard a cat vomiting downstairs. Ah, nature.