Okay, the new sofa should be arriving later this week. That means I better figure out how to get my wireless network to reach that back room -- otherwise I'm going to be offline for vast stretches of time. Which may not be so bad, if the couch is comfy. And the wine doesn't run out. Yeah, I could live without internets back there... ("supine with drink and splendidly comatose" as Faulkner once wrote).

And speaking of the back room, I left one of the windows open last night and when I went in there this morning I thought I'd stepped into October. Yeah, the sunshine was puring in, but it was friggin' cold -- this ain't no way to do August.