I moved all the sitting room furniture around today, working up quite a sweat while I tried to achieve good reading light on all the comfy chairs and clear passage to the door. Himself is accustomed to such upheavals after 20 years, so he took himself off to the library and left me to it.

It's better now, and the sofa doesn't skid any more. I win.

I also made a jeezly great cassoulet today, for a dinner party on Saturday, and did the laundry.

I don't think I so much as poked my nose out the door.