I am plugging through the copy-edit of the rewritten chapters of the Afghanbistan book, which I am now shipping off to Author. Consequently, the house is dusty and cat-hairy, and I don't care.

We have had a couple of days of torrential rain, so the garden looks perkier. But next year I really must plant something -- besides the mint and the oregano -- that blooms in mid- to late summer.