...called Krakatoa.
Sorry, my attempt at a pun. Started off the week by cracking a toe (I don't think it's broken. The swelling and bruising are improving already). So my prediction that the yardwork and harvest were completed and it was time to rest came true! All things have screeched to a halt, and I've been spending a ridiculous amount of time (a wonderful amount of time!) on the couch with a book. Or two or three.
Reread some Robin Pilcher, and now I'm reading The Booklover's Library. Two William Kent Kruegers lined up to follow that. Meanwhile, the leaves are piling up in the yard, but other than clearing the drainage ditches in the side yard, I'm trying not to think about it. I have managed to walk Brio, a bit slower than normal, because, you know, how can you say no to that little face? For some things, you just have to push through.
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